We understand –until we blunder to the edge of the next shore.

Mystery is rationality’s opportunity to retain a bit of humility.

A theory is the admission of a mystery.

Mystery is a category within science — and marriage.

What people understand the least they talk about the most.

Boredom is a slap in reality’s face.

Family is a mystery; but what may never be understood may yet be loved.

A murder is never a mystery; one person always knows who did it.

The greatest unknown is in the closest thing.

Every attempt to explain God has a distant horizon.

When we explain complex mysteries with simplisms God himself blushes.

A proverb blusters forward as if  there is no mystery, but the wise steward all the remaining questions.

Mystery is the proud mother of discovery.

God hides so that we might enjoy the find.

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