None of this is to say that Maya has arrived at the end-station of all possible self-knowledge. In her openness to the future precisely, the listener senses, there is an evident awareness of changes to come, both in her and, let us brace for it, in the world. And when we hear this album not as a terminus but as a waystation of a life whose arc is yet incompletely traced, we may discern that its particular beauty comes from its ideal ratio of self-knowledge and ignorance.