If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are? – T. S. Eliot
Life begins in Mystery and ends in Wonder. Answers are not the end – rather stepping stones – from one plane of belief to the next. I cannot explain my nightlight. It happens and I am in awe. I suspect there might be less awe if there were an explanation.
Then again, I am not sure there is any explanation I will accept, no matter how great the mind. After all, Stephen Hawking stuck by one explanation for 30 years until struck with a severe health crisis (when many thought he might be ready to check out), from which he recovered and reemerged with a shift in his logic that offered a new explanation to go around the first.
What creates this activity with my nightlight? How can it happen day in and day out with no will on my part? What is it? Where does it come from? How am I connected with it? Where did it go before here? Why is it here? Who is it? What is the purpose? I have my own answers for all these questions. It may take another 30 years for me to determine whether I am right… Maybe it isn’t about being right.
What I do know? It is my puzzle. Therefore, I am up to the challenge.
We are here to explore. If there were no magic or mystery, there would be nothing to show up for…and no way for us to appear…out of the ether into a physical form.
Here we are, contemplating illumination from the vantage point of the lampshade. Answers depend upon where one directs his focus, the objects being illuminated or the source.
Seems the only answers we have been able to discern are those that leave us stuck splattered like a bug on the window of infinity. Maybe we are trying too hard. Can we decrease the speed enough to stop when our nose is merely pressed against the pane? Are we trying to morph time, gravity, or light?
Certainly, the view is awesome – until you hit that darn glass…