Bounded by Mystery

We are bounded on all sides by mystery. All the important stuff - life, death, love - are really quite baffling and mysterious. We think we know what these things are, and we do to an extent, but what we know seems so paltry, and arbitrary, and conjured up, compared to the immensity, the totality of these things.

We experience, but don't fully know. And if we are uncertain of these things, the most important things, then well, we really are out to sea. And we grapple with wisps of smoke, with clouds, when we try to grasp meaning. If we ask "why" we are left in darkness. Every questions spawns more questions. 

So we live with this darkness, these mysteries, always.