The Book seems to push back against you. Your sense of its hidden meaning crumbles under layers of contradiction, of missing details, and yet… you feel a thorough knowledge of it, now. It is more artifact than Book… its power almost solely rests with the Reader, who makes time to form a certain meaning from the many passages unwritten…Yet, the glimpse of knowledge you approached just then called back at you to stop, and go no further… not to press too forcefully against the outer limits of your understanding.