Destruction: Then she told me everyone can know everything Destiny knows. And more than that. She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don’t to make it all more bearable.
Dream: It sounds unlikely.
Destruction: That was what I said to her. I said, if they do that, why do they keep wandering around and falling down manholes and tripping on banana skins? Why does it seem like none of us—Endless or mortal, ghost or god—knows what we’re doing?
Dream: And she said?
Destruction: I told you. She said everyone knows everything. We just pretend to ourselves we don’t. I never knew what to make of that.
Delirium: She is. Um. Right. Kind of. Not knowing everything is all that makes it okay, sometimes.