I'm referring to the fact that we are born into a world of infinite dimensions, only three of which we are able to see clearly. A fourth we can recognize only in sequence as we observe living things growing and declining through time.  Yet we are constantly bombarded with intuitions of higher truths that can't be proven, and often seem counter to our own self-interest.  It's as though we are born blindfolded and spun around a few times, and then turned loose to grope for some kind of handhold on ultimate Reality.