We imagine the Divine as distant and inaccessible, whereas in fact we live steeped in its burning layers.

The opposite of knowledge, in other words, isn’t always ignorance. It can be wonder. Or mystery. Possibility. And in my life, I’ve found it’s the things I don’t know that have lifted me up and pushed me forwards, much more than the things I do know.

What if life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived?

I have a friend who speaks of knowledge as an island in a sea of mystery. Let this then, be the ground of my faith: All that we know, now and forever, all scientific knowledge that we have of this world, or ever will have, is as an island in the sea. Still the mystery surrounds us.

A mystic is anyone who has the gnawing suspicion that the apparent discord, brokenness, contradictions, and discontinuities that assault us every day might conceal a hidden unity.

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.