We keep inventing new ways to look inside and underneath and through, to make it easier to see what before couldn't be seen. Rocks and skins and bones and space. I'm just not sure we're always solving the right mysteries. Everything doesn't need to be made clear.
I'd rather you not see my bones, or any of the universes I keep under my skin. I'd rather we stick strictly to fresh cherries and mantis shrimp and champagne, the mechanics of catching an anteater by the tail, where in the park we plan to sit and lure friendly puppies. Maybe we should play to our strengths. Just for the summer.