The other day I talked with someone who was struggling with an impulse that she felt she could not control. As she talked, there was confusion as to where those thoughts came from. We had to conclude that it was a mystery; something to be uncovered.
Life is a parade of paradox. I believe I know myself so well, and yet I am surprised when I butt up against mystery within myself. There are pockets inside me that when I attempt to open, I am filled with wonder and fear as I move toward understanding.
And I am overcome by the mysteriousness of it all.
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