Hanging on the wall of the Metropolitan Museum in New York is a painting by the French artist Nicolas Poussin (1594-1665) called Blind Orion Searching for the Rising Sun.  It shows Orion, the mighty hunter of Greek mythology, the hunter who roamed the earth almost at will, slaying a number of fierce and formidable animals, now unfortunately blinded and looking for the sun, whose rays he believed would restore his sight.  He wanted to see again, to see another picture of the world over which he had once traveled so relentlessly.
     We are a bit like Orion, roaming the world, our five senses taking in and interpreting reality.  Yet although we have sight, we will not see everything; and though we have hearing, taste, and touch, we will not hear, taste, and touch everything, either.  But we are moving through the world, regardless.  Like Orion, we believe certain things about the world, and like Orion, we process the world.  We may not believe everything and we may not consciously process everything.  But we keep going anyway.
     We cannot do otherwise.  As the writer of Ecclesiastes observes (3:11), we are made to wander, to explore, to ponder, to search and seek out purpose and meaning.  But why would we look if we did not believe there was something to find?  And why would we, like Orion, think that we will find it in something that we ourselves think we have already explained?
     If we are to find a "more," there must be a "more" in which it can be found.