To have knowledge of the unknown

17 03 2008

How could we look upon the millions of stars in the infinite and feel the gentle tug of emotion at a particular scene, and almost burst with sheer joy, and nearly expire from fatigue, and not realise the truth of existence? That the truth to life is in what we see, and don’t see, and feel and hear and sense and not quite know, but what it is, is the beauty and the mystery of God.

And attempts to articulate this wonder, this beautiful confusion, are insufficient.

How could we do aught but love?




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