Mystery

Don’t withdraw too far from the question

It will be suffocated by lifeless concepts

There is nothing to distance from

Don’t rush too close in need of the answer

It will run formlessly through your hands

There is nothing to demystify

Walk the narrow path 

Of diving into the question
With full surrender

And become its equal

Mystery is often associated with an obscurity that we have to unveil to get closer to a hidden truth. To give contours and conceptualize according to our well-fitted categories and ingest the result into our presumed intellectual control. 

However, real mystery is not the perimeter between knowledge and lack of knowledge, but the underlying, raw foundational stream of reality which can never be dismantled but only immersed into, directly experienced, and finally surrendered to in order to coalesce with its unbending nature.

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What is this reality that we experience? Those moments of awe, this journey full of joy, suffering and bewilderment? 

All meaning lies in its inherent quality of being unsolvable, where no path of reverse engineering to its origin exists, since it constitutes an end in itself that has no means that could explain its emergence. 

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A life where everything is seemingly controlled, explained and solved creates distance through wedging the incomprehensible into insufficient categories.
It was reduced to its meaningless beautocratics, without ever touching the unsolvable mystery of life. 

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The need to fathom the indivisible nature of reality, on the other hand, is paradoxically a grueling way of direct suffering. The nagging need to trap it in a static cage and make sense of its unsolvable virtue can never be satisfied.

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Ultimately, not capturing, conceptualizing or controlling, but immersing with pure curiosity leads us to real discovery: Recognizing ourselves in the mystery of everything