When I think of all of the people I’ve gotten to know, I’m surprised by what is lately requisite for a new person to truly catch my attention. It’s almost an equation, provided the real-life effort to learn about humanity one experience at a time yields corresponding results in covering a measurable depiction of human interaction: as the sum of people known increases, then the accessibility of new information decreases accordingly. This would also be affected by ground covered, allowing for the truths of pluralism in a world of six billion humans. Perhaps narrowing down to a more regional scope would be helpful if seeking to answer a specific query, though too the subject’s farther-reaching experience in that case should be included and considered to a reliable degree given the circumstances of the query. Inevitably there arises the entirely pertinent philosophical question of what constitutes knowledge among human beings, or what it means to be known. There is no certainty regarding whether anyone can know anything about another. Indeed, many of us find it difficult to trust even our knowledge of our own selves. Of this final part of the equation we can be sure that there is absolutely no aspect that can be given a reliable answer, even hypothetically. In conclusion, although I cannot quantify nor even clearly explain the phenomenon, but having spent now decades studying so many and such far reaching varieties of humans, meeting someone altogether new makes me giddy as fuck.