It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed. – Thomas Moore
No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith. – R.A. Salvatore, Streams of Silver
We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild … – Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes. – Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles
The few of us who are drawn to embrace the mysteries of life, of the universe, do we betray and misuse our capacity for intelligence? The many of us, when drawn to ask, to seek, to solve, do we betray our souls?
Mysteries, whether they be of note in Sherlock’s vast and complicated case files or a sudden, inexplicable pink stripe across a boldly lit daytime sky, it seems that most scramble to seek logic first rather than embrace momentary awe — awe at the human proclivity for creating drama, awe at the beauty and lack of answers the sky and earth offer up at a quick glance. We seem to demand mystery only to demand solution, and ultimately, defeat.
In your writings this week, do you intertwine DARKNESS with The Mysterious, or, do you allow things initially perceived as mysteries to bring light to a dark situation?