Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Established truths are comforting, but it is the mysteries that make the soul ache and render a life of exploration worth living.

It’s what happens along the way that radically enriches us. The wrestling with mystery, not the ascension to resolution, defines who we are.