Satisfied With Mystery


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“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was the experience of mystery — even if mixed with fear — that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds: it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity. In this sense, and only this sense, I am a deeply religious man… I am satisfied with the mystery of life’s eternity and with a knowledge, a sense, of the marvelous structure of existence — as well as the humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the Reason that manifests itself in nature.”

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4 Replies to “Satisfied With Mystery”

  1. That video is wonderful, too. I’m addicted to the Hubble series of photographs of distant galaxies, as well. The awesome beauty of the cosmos always makes me feel both how small I am, but also how wonderful it is to be a part of all that, and to know that every atom in me came from the stars. Somehow that connection is inspiring.

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  2. I am often reminded that we must love the undefined, the nebulous and mysterious aspects–both universally and personally–i.e. Rilke’s questions. Uncertainty spurs us to examine ideas, phenomena, and theories from every angle.

    Also, it makes stuff like this real. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GSVv40M2aks

    I wept with awe…and to think that it is a system of doubt and mystery that led us to this moment, not one that felt certain, had a prescribed answer for everything, cemented the very stars into a static heaven.

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