Ambiguity is more self-conscious than mystery.
Real mystery--revolting veils and black thoughts and malicious truths and falsified affidavits and contrasting technicolors and hidden intent--occurs as naturally as young girls trip down rabbit holes.
With mystery, there's more wonder, less neuroticism. With neuroticism, there's less wonder, more mysteriously thundering thoughts. And with wonder, there is more or less only fixed and fascinated curiosity.
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