New Appreciations

I just finished reading Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy. I tried reading it just one year ago, but I cast it aside in disinterest by page sixty. This time around, I was wholly absorbed in every page. It makes me wonder at past versions of myself who were too dense or close-minded for certain appreciations. I can't fathom what specific changes took place in the folds of my pale brain that allowed me to enjoy the book now, when I was rather put off by it before. This also makes me wonder at my current self and what appreciations I lack through my present denseness. What things will my future selves be able to appreciate through awakenings yet to be?