It did not seem to me strange at the time but many years later I remembered that I had never seen my wife and my sister together. That was impossible but there it was and what could be made of it for it surely meant something. Then...was it Solomon in his song who said...my sister my wife. Could such have been put over on me? Could the sleight of a magical hand have kept me from knowing; was I like Job in my pride guilty of what I did not know informing me of all I thought I knew and what could that mean for all the rest of my so called life. Then as if hearing bells tolling I remembered: There are more things under heaven and earth Horatio than are encompassed by your philosphy. Well I thought there is still mystery.