I do the same thing; I just don’t have someone around to correct me. We see what we expect to, what we have a name for, what pops immediately into our heads. But confirmation of the expected is boring, and false. Life only becomes interesting when you watch it closely enough to see something surprising, and with that surprise come a little closer to the real thing. That, I suppose, is the point of this book: to allow people to see past their expectations. When actual seeing pierces the skin of habituation, if only for a moment, it permits a bit of wonder to bleed through. Wonder is the animating ether that allows some lucky few to perceive not just the prosaic, but the most profound laws of the universe at work in the prosaic. I think that’s what the poet Philip Appleman was getting at in the prologue of Darwin’s Bestiary when he wrote: The habit stays with us, albeit it’s puerile: when Darwin saw squirrels, he saw more than Squirrel.