How fair a flower is sown
When Knowledge goes, with fearful tread,
To the dark bed
Of the divine Unknown!
“I had never seen war, or even talked about it at length with someone who had, but I was young and knew something of violence, and so believed that war would be no more than a new experience for me, as other things… had been new experiences. War is not a new experience; it is a new world… Even its geography is new, because it is a geography in which insignificant hills and hollows are lifted to the importance of cities.”
Gene Wolfe