Men don't know much about women. We do know when they're happy. We know when they're crying, and we know when they're pissed off. We just don't know in what order these are gonna come at us.
Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.
Our thoughts have an order, not of themselves, but because the mind generates the spatio-temporal relationships involved in every experience.