This story has great meaning for me. It evokes the universal loneliness that comes from each of us having knowledge that no one else will ever possess. Others may know about it, but never as we-to-whom-it-happened know it. There is a vast gulf between knowing something and merely knowing about it. As I get older this thought comes more frequently and with deepening poignancy.

What I am saying here is that this has nothing to do with whether the things we know are true or false, or crazy or sane.