Much of what exists we do not see, much of what we see does not exist. Astronomers cannot see the void into which the galaxies allegedly recede, the physicists cannot see inside the atom; the light we see from countless stars was emitted millions of years ago, many may have long since exploded; now—and what is Now?—our senses are stimulated by radiations from them, our brain computes a pattern based on its memory-bank and frames a reality. Esoterically all we ever see is ourselves, a secret most profound.
W. Raymond Drake, from Spacemen in the Ancient East (1968)
