“Mystery is not that which is unknowable, but that which is endlessly knowable.”
Richard Rohr
Imagine a puzzle. Now, this isn’t just any puzzle, but one that, when you think you’ve found all the pieces and fit them snugly together, more pieces magically appear. You stare in bewilderment, intrigued and challenged all at once. Welcome to the mystery of life. It’s not a fortress with impenetrable walls or a book written in an indecipherable language. Rather, it’s an ocean of knowledge, an endless wellspring of curiosity that always leaves us thirsty for more.
Mystery isn’t a locked vault hiding its secrets, but a mountain peak, forever inviting us to climb higher, see further. Every time we reach a summit, we’re not met with a closed-off endpoint, but a wider panorama unfolding, a new horizon filled with countless other peaks, each promising its own revelations. It’s a perpetual journey into understanding, into a landscape where every corner turned reveals another waiting to be explored.
Mystery is that entrancing melody that never ceases to play, each note leading into the next, always familiar yet endlessly surprising. It’s the story that continually unfolds, each chapter more captivating than the last. We never arrive at “The End” because, with mystery, the story is always unfolding, the song never finishes, the mountain never stops reaching towards the sky. Embrace it. The joy is not in the completion, but in the endless pursuit of knowledge. The more we know, the more we realize how much more there is to know. That’s the tantalizing, frustrating, beautiful paradox of endless knowability. It’s a mystery that doesn’t seek to confound but to enrich, to inspire, to perpetually amaze.
