Sometimes there are no explanations, no understanding of it, no insight to be had. We can’t always know. We can’t always be aware and mindful and serene. Mystery is part of life. It’s the unknown. It’s the puzzle that needs to be figured out simply through existence, not through analysis. Sometimes it’s good not to be told the whys or whens. Sometimes, in stillness, when we steep ourselves in the utter mysteriousness of it all, we discover something even more interesting than knowing. We discover not knowing. We discover the extraordinary limitless potential that each of us carries within us. We experience infinity and freedom. We become the mystery itself.
