"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you;
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

There is something distant about revelation; something abnormal. A revelation is something that hits suddenly and gives insight. Into the self, into the world, into the nature of infinity, something. It is nothing that you learn or are taught. It is nothing that you research or study. And you only know. You aren't quite as sure how you know or even what you know - you just know. It is the hardest thing to explain to people. And I say: "Look! I have hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands?" Try to describe a colour you've never seen. Or even better, try describing sight to a creature without eyes, not someone blind, but someone utterly devoid of the concept. You can't do it.

Even worse, the people whom you are trying to enlighten, more often than not, think that they are just fine without your revelation. Tell your best friend about this brand new color that you've come up with, and even if they believe you, they will think that they have all colors that they need already. Any epiphany is the same. No matter what the medium or importance, it is exactly what it is because of it's singularity. It can be at the tip of your brain or something that you've never even considered. But once it hits you, nothing seems open for argument anymore.

Without question or answer.... you can still know.