Life is a mystery. A mystery so awesome that we insulate ourselves from its intensity. To numb our fear of the unknown we desensitise ourselves to the miracle of living. We perpetuate the nonchalant lie that we know who we are and what life is.
Yet behind this preposterous bluff the Mystery remains unchanging, waiting for us to remember to wonder. It is waiting in a shaft of sunlight, in the thought of death, in the intoxication of new love, in the joy of childbirth or the shock of loss.
One minute we are going about our business as if life were nothing special and the next we are face to face with profound, unfathomable breathtaking Mystery. This is both the origin and consummation of the spiritual quest.
