Subtitle: Or, at the least, I think I believe
Sub-subtitle: Or, at the most, I believe I know
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Life, oft times, is messy. Not neat and tidy. Not clean and clear. Filled with mysteries. Not riddles to be resolved by human reason, for, transcending reason’s reach, mysteries always are realities not fully fathomable.
Yes, life is messy. Yet, sometimes, perhaps frustratingly infrequently, “it” all comes together. An end of our quest for meaning is reached, however momentary. Our questions are answered, however partially. And, in that moment, even partially, “it” all makes sense.
© 2020 PRA
occasional observations of mind and heart, soul and spirit 