I Know You'll Never Love The Cardinals As Much As I Do

The more we love something, the less we know about it; the closer we are to someone, in many ways, the less idea we have of how the rest of the world sees them. My wife grew up in Georgia, and to friends of ours here in Brooklyn, she has the most delightful Southern accent. That's news to me, though; I've seen her almost every day for five years and therefore haven't heard it in at least three. (I remember noticing it when we first met. I guess she got rid of it?) What is familiar to us gives us the illusion of understanding it. This is why you don't notice a co-worker has lost or gained 30 pounds until someone who isn't looking at them all the time tells you. It's the forest, the trees, all that: The more you know, the less you do. It doesn't mean we love the familiar any less. Quite the opposite, actually.

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