I Don't Even Think to Ask the Question, Right?

There's always a moment like this when you explain things to me. Because i don't have the tools to answer the question. I don't even think to ask the question, right? And all the bewilderment you're probably seeing on my face is not bewilderment. It's a whole new aspect of encountering the world just starting to creak open to me and a little bit of light is shining through. An hour ago, i would not have thought about that hoola hoop creating a volume behind it as it moves, being held out from a carasol. But what you already explained to me was enough to ike, oh, like the bubble trailing behind i don