This is not about things you don't know. This is about things you know so deeply you do not notice any more. About the voices of quiet things, of blood & bone & the way the trees speak when they are alone with only themselves. Things you know about all the living things around you (& yes, that means all the people you meet each day, with the ache of their sadness & the lilt of their joy & surely you did not think that was yours alone?)