a truly strange and out-of-this-world book on the ecstasy of seeing, trusting, hoping. in the visual, in the historical past, in the archaeological digs of the world, in the religious and ceremonial structures built out of stones, and carrying ritual human femurs home on the plane. we trust people as we travel, we trust ourselves, and we trust our eyesight to tell us the truth. although lingis writes a lot about his feelings on nature, silence, and history, his biggest focus is the trust of human relationships. bodies colliding and caring for each other, whether we know each other or not. lingis moves through worlds and essays that could be fragmented, but his thoughts glue connections: political uprisings, travelling to understand a visual world and a way of life, and passionate sex with strangers; all of these events come with hope, hope for nothing.