Ι wanted to know the world. I asked the wise man, he didn’t answer. I asked the rock. “Can you tell me about the world?” “It’s rough,” said the rock. “But it gets polished with time.” “The world is deep. You have to dig in” whispered the mud. And the tree said: “The world is firmly rooted. Fear not. Lay under my shade.” An illustrated work of art and words. On our timeless quest for knowledge.