Its the things I cannot explain and never want to.
They hold a meaning beyond my compression.
And that makes me wonder like a child wonders where the sun goes at night.
I use to think the sun hid somewhere deep within a shadowy forest.
And that the wind came from the trees as the leaves would somehow fan the natural air around us.  
I use to think that after the number 10 there were shapes rather than new numbers.  
It was just the way my child mind thought without being taught.
I use to think radio signals came from the electric poles we passed by as we drove down the road.
I once found a red rock in the grass.  I took it to my room and just marveled over it.
I saw that it was and endless universe.
And to somewhat explain that I thought of looking at it with a microscope.
To see its surface magnified by 1000 times.
And then 10,000 times.
And then come to realize that there is no ending to numbers.
Thus everything is numbers.
And it will never end!