When all the details fit in perfectly....

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things
> which escape those who dream only by night.
In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of
eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they
have been upon the verge of the great secret.
In snatches, they learn something of the
wisdom which is of good, and more of the
mere knowledge which is of evil."
― Edgar Allan Poe, Edgar Allan Poe:
Complete Tales and Poems As a rule, the more bizarre a thing is the less
mysterious it proves to be.
It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which
are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is
the most difficult to identify."
― Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

"Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything
else is opinion."-― Democritus

"...he asked, "Where are you today, right now?" Eagerly, I started talking about myself. However, I noticed
that I was still being sidetracked from getting answers to my
questions. Still, I told him about my distant and recent past
and about my inexplicable depressions. He listened patiently
and intently, as if he had all the time in the world, until
I finished several hours later.
"Very well," he said. "But you still have not answered
my question about where you are." "Yes I did, remember? I told you how I got to where
I am today: by hard work."
"Where are you?"
"What do you mean, where am I?"
"Where Are you?" he repeated softly.
"I'm here."
"Where is here?"
"In this office, in this gas station!"
I was getting impatient with this game. "Where is this gas station?"
"In Berkeley?"
"Where is Berkeley?"
"In California?"
"Where is California?"
"In the United States?"
"On a landmass, one of the continents in the
Western Hemisphere. Socrates, I..."
"Where are the continents?
I sighed. "On the earth. Are we done yet?" "Where is the earth?" "In the solar system, third planet from the sun.
The sun is a small star in the Milky Way galaxy, all right?" "Where is the Milky Way?" "Oh, brother, " I sighed impatiently, rolling my eyes.
"In the universe." I sat back and crossed my arms with finality.
"And where," Socrates smiled, "is the universe?"
"The universe is well, there are theories about
how it's shaped..."
"That's not what I asked. Where is it?"
"I don't know - how can I answer that?"
"That is the point. You cannot answer it,
and you never will. There is no knowing about it.
You are ignorant of where the universe is, and thus,
where you are. In fact, you have no knowledge of
where anything is or of What anything is or
how is came to be. Life is a mystery.
"My ignorance is based on this understanding.
Your understanding is based on ignorance.
This is why I am a humorous fool, and you
are a serious jackass."
― Dan Millman, Way of the Peaceful Warrior:
A Book That Changes Lives