There is something about the way he writes that makes me trust that if I sit and think long enough the spaces in between the ideas connect. And I do and they do. And then, I imagine, I experience what Young might have experienced writing it. It feels like when I’d come across an unexplored part of Baird Creek nature reserve as a kid and find several paths that stem out from that point. Some of them I know would bring me back to familiar places, but some head in a direction I’ve never been. So, I have options and will return for each, giving me a better picture of the whole. It reminds me that our experiences affect our experiences, old affecting new, of course, but also new affecting old. That we don’t build on where we’ve been but we add to the Rubik’s cube of our total accumulation of experiences. So depending on how we twist and rotate it there can be new realizations not only from what is just added, but also from what has been collecting dust.