Some say that there's a restaurant at the end of the universe. Considering what it is that organisms do and are, I think this to be an entirely reasonable synthesis of intuition. A dream or two might have suggested this as well.
Currently at my equivalent. An unremarkable Turkish-oriented easy-food restaurant in a mall. But it's open late, and its in a small city in the hills of the western Balkans. And it's across the street from the a station near the midpoint of the legendary night train from the coast.
The magic persists. The magic must persist. Else, we'll never understand everything else. The conceptual synthesis of intuition. Lege, tolle.