Some of the things we know, we know them from behind, from our back.
Other things we know from our sides or the bottom of our feet. We think
with our knee or our elbow. Our finger knows something different than
what it’s known by our head. And sometimes roads are opened by mistake,
or so it seems to us, that guide us to a stairway not useful to go
anywhere. Or to a story that moves in circles. We think we know, but
really we are unaware about which way to take the way.