We never realize that there is a page in the book that we do not understand, the whitest, the most useless, and instead is that by which all things were written. Why can't we see it?
You go to the fortune teller for advises, to know the future, sometimes just because you're bored. But at the end, no one really believes them. Right? I mean, to believe in something like cartomancy, you must really be someone not noteworthy.