It unravels. The marvels of the Universe, as I look at the underside of a wave. The bubbles rise, and my eyes follow. I don’t really understand it, but I bathe in its truths.
“Not to understand, but to bathe in its truths.” Isn’t that the glory of the ages? Allowing those things outside the fences of our human minds and beyond the realms of time and space, to remain there, enigmatic. Wanting to know, to understand more, yet thanking our lucky stars that we don’t.
Knowing more, understanding. Yes, these thresholds are useful, necessary, even essential at times, but what about the yin to this yang? The universal mysteries that keep us all in “ahh.” The stars and how they hang. The alignment of the planets. The mountains and how they exalt out of the Earth. The oceans and their depths. The waves, oh the waves, and their velocity. Humankind and the life force that runs through us all.
Do we want to understand every single facet? To know the insides and outs? Or would that dilute, fade, and kill off our drive to live fully? After-all, those are the things that keep the spark aflame within us. Solving the mysteries… wouldn’t that blow it out?
I dive back under, lay on the bottom and gaze up as another cylindrical vortex rolls by. The beauty of it leaves me in awe. The swiftness of it makes me wonder. It allows me to ponder in a manner that is liberating. In a way that invites exploration, yet demands no answers…