I respect the cube. I cannot fathom it. I do not want to learn how to do it from anybody else. Instead I want to experience the simple moves that hopelessly and mercilessly turn order into disorder. Whichever way I turn, disorder gives way to more disorder. It seems as hopeless to restore order as it is to get the spilt milk back into the jug or to mend a broken light bulb. The Magic Cube is a microcosm of the world and of nature. Our curiosity is excited by the cube's simplicity; we are challenged by its objectivity. You may fail to master the cube, but you will learn something about the depth of nature and fascination of research from it.