How small and uninteresting a completely explained universe would be. Millions of light years is a confining space if none of it holds secrets. There is a kind of magic in the act of discovery. Every explorer is also a sorcerer, because finding things out works transforming power in the human mind and soul. Even if a place is well mapped going there for yourself to find the way a stand of trees screens a dell such that it becomes not just a depression in the landform but a hidden cloister where the holiness of nature performs the hours without taking any notice of so called great achievements or technological progress. This tiny hidden place known only to the intrepid could never by any artifice of man be duplicated. A place thus discovered becomes a refuge for the soul where by memory and imagination one may shut out the pressing duties of modern life and by simple inward act yield cities and business and finance light and ephemeral relative to the sagacity, the sanctimony of a little wooded dell.