Dissect him how I may, then, I but go skin deep; I know him not, and never will. - Herman Melville

It is not down on any map; true places never are.

And thus, though surrounded by circle upon circle of consternations and affrights, did these inscrutable creatures at the centre freely and fearlessly indulge in all peaceful concernments; yea, serenely revelled in dalliance and delight. But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there i still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.

Wild rumours abound, wherever there is any adequate reality for them to cling to.