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When the weariness of search brings us to standstill, when all our works seem in
vain, when pain and pleasure are interchangeable, when all answers supplied by
thought are exposed as fallacious, when Love seems out of reach and Reality
unattainable, when we are in truth hopelessly lost, the Mystery persists, the
unfathomable fact of Being.
What is the Mystery? A mystery without solution, without clues, that never
began and never ends. Every perception of its intangible Reality ends in sublime
frustration and a quiet yearning to be United. The Mystery persists. To "persist": by
the dictionary, to "continue steadfastly or obstinately...” "Continue"? Only in that its
continuation is eternity. "Steadfastly"? Oh, yes, how much more steadfast can
anything be than to render all approaches to it impassable save those beyond the
grasp of nearly every sentient being? "Obstinately"? Yes, but not in the all-too-
human sense of stubbornness, not in the least begrudging is this Misery. On the
contrary, it gives without end, gives all it Is, creates what might remain Uncreated
were it not that by its very Being it must expose Itself in the clues we call our lives
and dreams. How much more will the Mystery persist until "I" die? I long to be
alone in the wild places of this earth, alone forever with the Mystery, until it
consumes me. Why struggle on with this paltry, painful mind when the Mystery
beckons so?
No matter how long and hard our search continues, no matter what force is
exerted, nothing can be changed without the consent of the One, of the Mystery.
When you feel helpless, feel it. When you are lost, feel it. But don't mistake these
feelings even for what they seem...they are still only shadows of the Mystery that
we struggle to chain to our wan existentialism. Go to God knowing that He is never
anywhere but in you. Seek the source of the Mystery knowing it will never
surrender itself. And go to it knowing that its heart of hearts will tear you apart.
Yes, the Mystery persists. But so does all else It Is. The two are bound,
inseparable. What space can we find to enter and expand that might put a distance
between Created and Uncreated? There is none, but in our tired minds we conceive
such fancies and indulge ourselves in motives doomed to be killed by Truth. But let
the search continue. Exalt God in whatever way you can. The Mystery persists.