If there was (and is) a tree of knowledge, how vast is the nature of innocence, the realm of not knowing, and even the capacity of refusing knowledge?

Wedding after wedding we may watch brides marching, hearing the recognizable melody announcing their  entrance.

Decades ago I bought my first Lohengrin recording, and it hit me to learn that Richard Wagner created that melody for Elsa and her saviour.

It continues to touch me, how I, and likely many thousands of humans rejoice in beauties, without knowing their source. And I wonder, and accept that knowing remains a highly subjective phenomenon.

A certain smile surges whenever I realize that knowledge may forever evade me.