The search is what everyone would undertake if he were not stuck in the everydayness of his own life. To be aware of the possibilities of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair.
I've wondered why it took us so long to catch on. We saw it and yet we didn't see it. Or rather we were trained not to see it. Conned, perhaps, into thinking that the real action was metropolitan and all this was just boring hinterland. It was a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth,'' and so it goes away. Puzzling.