From A Year of 100-Word Thoughts

Copyright 2021 A. R. Gregory




God claims he’s been around forever and knows everything, but Mystery laughs at God’s braggadocio, since God sprang from Mystery. But Mystery can’t explain it any more than God can. Mystery marvels at its power and its ignorance, revels in its own mystique. It can make almost anything possible, yet it hasn’t an inkling of where its own wondrous powers come from. But Mystery is comfortable with that. It not only realizes the one and only impossible thing, it relishes it. Mystery knows that if it could figure itself out, it would shrivel into a barren, finite ball of knowledge.