Invisible What Stirs Us Byron Hoot The branches move; the wind is present. One moves the other. The constancy of what is and what is not seen I know. Not always comfortable knowledge but undeniable. And, therefore, troublesome, more prevalent than we care to admit; in fact, apodictic. I often prefer the denial of the fact of things like wind moving things like branches. As troublesome as the Mobius Strip of Knowledge and Ignorance: I know, I don't know, I know, I don't which may be the oldest mantra in the world. The branches are moving and I can't see the wind.