April 1, 2007


Mysteries. Fear 'em or love 'em. It is hard to be unemotional about them. Does the Loch Ness Monster exist? Is the Ark of the Covenant somewhere in Ethiopia? It is not so much that I do not care. On the contrary, I care very much. What I am uneasy about is this modern quest to understand and rid the world of mystery. In some ways, mystery is an integral part of acceptance. And acceptance fundamentally is a part of serenity. I am not ready to say that there is a final answer to any part of my life -- thank you very much.

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