One day you were busy solving a mystery. You were very focused because you felt that the end of the chase was in sight. You grabbed the Mystery, and as you opened your hands to get a closer look it vanished suddenly. You thought you had caught a glimpse of it over there so you chased it down and caught it again. This time when you opened up your hands it was still there. You took a closer look. Hoping to understand it more thoroughly you poked it, sniffed it, licked it, and finally picked it apart. When the final and most minuscule portion of the Mystery had been thoroughly dissected you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you saw that the Mystery had been right there the whole time, silently watching over your shoulder. So you sat down for dinner with the Mystery and had the most interesting conversation with it, discussing topics you had never considered before. Sometime during dessert you realized that it was only a mirror and you had been talking to yourself all along. As this realization set in you heard a giggling from the corner of the room; that Mystery again. Exhausted, you went to bed and chased the mystery through your dreams all night long. Finally after years of searching, chasing, solving, epiphany, and frustration, you died. On your deathbed the mystery came to you in its fullness, embraced you, and sunk in to you until you were united with it. Mystery and understanding together as one, neither seeking nor hiding. -JB
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 19:07:53 +0000
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