Genius is the manoeuvre that it managed to work out by which the big metaphor might have appeared thinly veiled, yet with all the exclusiveness drained off, every one so far has enjoyed the process of deciphering, knowingly satisfied.
How many times will you remember an afternoon of your childhood. an afternoon so deeply a part of you that you can't be without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless. 普天之下无新事