“Then a thought hits me: maybe the Sasquatch hasn't been found, indeed can't be found, because it residesin the place most difficult for us to find and navigate. A wilderness of an altogether different sort. A place where people seldom look, or are loath to look: in the subtler shades, the gradations between black and white—the middle ground between "this" and "that," between "It exists" and "It doesn't exist," where the components of truth most often reside.”