Things don’t need all the explanations we try to give them. The urge to seek definition has as much to do with our obsession with absolutes as our inability to trust ambiguity.
As soon as we identify the type of bird, we cease thinking about it so. We google up all the information we can get to further corroborate the knowledge of its existence.
Things exist independent of human activity. Our obsession with assigning names and roles is an attempt to break common ground. But it’s a creative tax.
When we embrace the art of the unknown, we let our imagination run wild. There is no endpoint. Ideas and fantasy are available to everyone.
Even the most valid explanation puts its authentication in doubt.