Chloe peered over the brim of her glass and studied it. Even though little of the wine remained, its crimson red color presented a grim reflection of the chandelier above. Gradually, another bizarre feeling came along, yet this one was the opposite of the first. "It's probably the wine," she thought, rubbing her temples. Chloe looked up from the wine to the chandelier, then at James. Having just finished speaking, he also turned to face her.
Chloe blushed slightly, then took another drink. Not knowing what exactly she should say at this juncture, she simply stated, "Then I wish for the best for you in this hard time, but I do not think that I am able do more." Chloe trailed off, staring at her glass again.
"You see what your knowledge tells you you're seeing. ... how, what you think the universe is, and how you react to that in everything you do, depends on what you know. And when that knowledge changes, for you, the universe changes. And that is as true for the whole of society as that is for the individual. We all are what we know, today. What we knew yesterday, was different; and so were we."
- James Burke, The Day the Universe Changed (1985)
