"A big bang of millions of questions pondered and twirled in their minds as each of them thought independently, separately, uniquely; . . . creating . . . And this is it; this is the moment. My dear Reader, This is the red color of the unbitten apple. This is precisely where we will come back later on together and ask ourselves . . . is ignorance bliss? . . . This, my dear Reader, is where I wish to be . . ."