What do you believe is at the other end of the rainbow?

It's not easy to keep a sense of mystery in your life.  Even when you're a kid, you have to lie to yourself.  "There could be a mysterious cave in these woods!"  But you know the land around your house is dead flat.  There are no caves.  Maybe a sewer pipe, but no caves.  And those woods aren't endless, you dip; you live on an island, after all.  You can sometimes allow yourself a temporary thrill, but reality always settles in.  "A spirit moved the Ouija board pointer to 'YES'!"  When the thrill wears off and your friend goes home, you can contemplate the fact that your friend is a liar and of course she wanted it to say that Corey liked her.  You learn that the pointer is called a "planchette" and you put the whole thing away and only see your friend's random posts about her dog on social media.  How can a person possibly expect to keep a sense of mystery in the face of reality and logic and reason and explanation and depression and hopelessness?