Chapter Fifty Five: Mystery

Everything, they say, is a mystery. All things, and no concrete exception. Not even tangible things are definite in their existence. The mystery of life includes everything that make this world a habitable place, including all the elements that are needed to sustain life. It is quite too silly to think that everything started with a loud explosion, but there is one thing that is sure: God can make something out of disorder and turn it into a sacred and sanctified place where life will ultimately subsist.

Mystery is not an excuse to all things that cannot be explained by the literal faculty of the mind, because a rock is just a rock for someone with a materialistic appreciation of things. But once you observe penguins picking those rocks and giving it love and utmost importance, that rock ceases to be a mere rock. That rock becomes a treasure.

It follows, therefore, that a deeper appreciation of things require a creative mind, a playful imagination that will reconsider the temporal value of things observed into something that invokes sentimental value. In our example, it does not matter what elements comprise a rock as long as the mind values this rock as something to be treasured; and so, too, is the world becoming a mystery to be solved by those who completely employ their fruitful imagination when trying to fully understand the qualities of the naked world.

Some people may quit their high paying job to care for feral cats, or many quit a stable employment to open a small bakery, or to live in a simple farm far away from the noise of the city. These things may sound outrageous to an ordinary mind, but to appreciate the substantive nature of fecund experiences, which, in turn, requires creative juices to churn, must be profoundly worn like an expensive piece of rare ornament.

It can be supposed that this same mystery envelopes the controversial Lore of Commons, the intangible value many souls gravitate into to freely express themselves in their fullest potential as a rational soul. And just as life imitates fiction, the same rules of the mind apply to all the reality that can be possibly perceived by the five main senses.

In order to confidently say that life is a mystery, one must possess a certain form of power. In this case, it is the power of the mind, which, then, sustains the power of literature. It gives meaning to the harmonious sounds and turn it into a beautiful, solemn music. It gives every word its poetical, non-literal meaning. It is the mysterious verses that attempts to glorify the sufferings of the human condition.

The air we breathe is a mystery, too: the beating of our hearts, the impulses that the brain sends through the nerves housed by the spinal cord and into our essential physiological systems. In the end, the world only describes the way scientific processes deliberately function from what can be objectively observed. It tries to convince the mind through elaborate reasoning; however, the soul is longing for something else, far away from the medical underpinnings of things, say, clinical depression, among many others.

It gravitates to the ends of the deepest thoughts, curious and always wandering.

In a parallel mood, the red blood cells carry oxygen throughout the body because organic matter rely on this cellular mechanism to keep it functioning, to keep its metabolical processes working by natural selection. But to ask why oxygen was chosen by the body to carry out this vital function instead of nitrogen, for instance, is a matter that cannot be simply explained through inductive reasoning, unless Darwinism is considered in defense of the limited purview of science.

Many may argue that this is a result of long years of evolution, but evolution itself is a very vague concept that some of its features also confuses many evolutionary biologists, like predicting future mutations or why many potential features of new organisms did not occur. Even the nature of water is lacking in evidentiary explanation that can be fully embraced as universally accurate by many competent chemists.

Life, in this sense, is arguably a mystery in the same veins of nature, and just because it cannot be defended using deductive reasoning, it does not mean that it can be negated by simply pointing out to the mere lack of a tangible proof as the whole contention of its negation.

But then again, life's main substance is full of context (even paradoxes), but a very dangerous breeding ground for equivocation. The lack of information available for perusal simply exhorts the grave ignorance of those who chose to be carelessly opinionated.

The standard of proof that may convince an average soul employs in his mind (including cognition) is also a form of revered mystery. Even space and time are two elements that confuses experts in theoretical physics.

And this very story, even, becomes so confusing now. Even the Lore must persist, unapologetically, and with all due respect.

This is exactly the reason why this case (among many others in the universe) becomes the ultimate mystery that may never be solved by the literal interpretation of the temporal world.

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