burning at these mysteries

there is so much i want to know about life, and people, and minds and souls and reality and truth and God. the more i know of something or someone, the more i realize i don't know. and i wish i knew! i wish, i wish, i wish i knew. and that goes for the events in my own life too...i just wish i could get the answers to a couple of key questions about the future. that's all i want. i don't need to know everything...just some stuff. you know??

once, someone told me i should "enjoy and appreciate the mysteries and unknowns of life." fine, i will appreciate it while it is here, but no way am i going to love it just because. i don't mind eroding away the mystery, because human beings are not set up to appreciate it as an end in itself. yes, it is a means, a process, and a road. and don't get me wrong...i love all the learning and wondering and deciding that comes on that road, but...a road never exists just for a road's sake. there is always a destination. in the same way, i never want to leave things unknown merely for the sake of The Unknown. what's so appealing about that? what if a mystery book led you through all these paths and turns, then left the ending out? you'd be disappointed, because human minds seek resolve, and mystery is simply unresolved-ness. questions are for discovering what is real and true. and there would be no real questions if there was nothing really worth finding.