What will become of mystery if we have all the answers to every question? What will come about spiritual experiences, coincidences and chance encounters? When everything is explained, doesn’t life become somehow mundane, expected and earth-bound? Surely we should leave some room for mystery instead of trying to explain everything from how our minds work to the question of God? Isn’t it the incomprehensible that keeps us curious about life, learning and our surrounding? Kierkegaard was right when he said that “life is not a problem to be solved, rather a mystery to be lived”. Not knowing what tomorrow may bring give a sense of intrinsic mystery to the human mind to seek for answers regarding evolution, heritage, survival and moving us forward to use our intelligence and imagination.
Although we live in a world where there is great emphasis for scientific explanation, theories, answers and logic, mystery persists as a reminder to enjoy an unknowable journey that requires us to walk and see with the eyes of faith. Mystery defies reason and allow for the unexpected, wonders at rainbows and butterflies, casting ourselves into mysterious waters where we know we belong to being part of something greater than ourselves, where trust and intuition of a supreme power keeps our minds open and our lives interesting and reminding us that we are not masters of our destiny.
Even when our deepest emotion can be reduced to an empirical account of neuroscience, we will still live in mystery, fantastic rather than forensic. It dispels the arrogance that we know where we are heading and what lays ahead so that we will be more willing to walk in the dark knowing that somewhere out there, God is watching us and holding our hands. What a wonderful sight it be may…
3 comments:
Indeed, Ms Aw, your prodigious mind has shown itself for what it is - deep and reflective.
I'd also like to add that why mystery matters is very much linked to why faith matters. It allows us to enter into liminal space, where we are no longer just confined to the limits of our minds and our senses. If we do, then God becomes containable. And God is anything but containable.
Mystery is also akin to looking at a brilliantly cut solitaire diamond, like something from Tiffany, where it always reflects a more brilliant and different dimension everytime one turns it towards the light, with the brilliance refracting out from the many facets left by the master diamond cutter. I am sure that a bling-advantaged person like your goodself can appreciate this analogy in all its splendour and depth.
haha, anonymous, you sure know me well... the Tiffany part!
Thank you Shalini for your comment and compliment.
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