When we look deep into the skies, into myriads of constellations of stars, we are mystified more than anything else. If alive, then we are overwhelmed by our sense of wonder. What worlds might be there, and what people might inhabit them we ask. We know that there is no answer within the immediate reaches of our knowledge, but we still keep asking.
Then we are mesmerized by the spectacle of natural beauty on earth. We look across vastness of oceans and upon along majestic rises of mountains, the perpetuation of life and the sheer variety in creation. We are fascinated by the thoughts concerning life. What is the purpose? What was the beginning, and how long will all this go on. In our wonder we sense something far greater in value and meaningfulness than we could ever comprehend. In wonder we find a greater sense of being alive.
But we are not all too romantic all the time. We could be realistic too. We could be asking questions in the manners of scientists, systematically and patiently, reaching certain conclusion, and then painstakingly recording our findings. We may choose to think like scientists, to act objectively, we cannot escape living the reality of life that is all too wonderful for anyone to ignore.
Our questions here might not be merely for the purpose to find definitive answers, but to deepen the mystery and the intrigue even more, to go furthest into the meanings, to know all things allover again, to ask one questions so that we may have countless more, and just that – then if I must be careful, for if I am not aware, I might be leading myself.
Thanks for your kind thoughts!
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