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Sometimes I think a lot, and all I have to do is look around me...

... take a good look at the "details" that were not made by man, but by life, nature, the Universe and ask: How is this possible, or why this shape? How does it all grow, bloom, work wonderfully by itself?” and suddenly I'm back in the story, here in the wonderful happening, and I clearly see what's important. These questions are important because there is no answer to them, just a big deep silence and a big I DON'T KNOW. And it's such a strange feeling of sudden liberation.

There is no answer to everything. It just isn't. What a relief to realize that. Everything cannot be explained logically. The greatest miracles are created by themselves, they emerge from somewhere as love or an inspiration that causes something to be created that leaves us speechless or with the same feeling of silence inside, wonder and "I DON'T KNOW" how someone could draw, compose, write this? Miracles are born in the same place that cannot be visited in person, and it is equally possible, if we leave the mind behind and enter the space beyond it.

I don't know who designed the seashell, the perfect, beautiful one I'm looking at right now or the mosquito sleeping stuck to the wall and why is even exists? The perfect lily flower… Love? I DON'T KNOW, and I love it because it reminds me that life is an experiment full of unknowns, unanswered questions, and full of beauty, here for us, ready to bestow the greatest wealth in exchange for our full presence, our joy, a celebration of the miracle that we are alive and have the opportunity to share all this with other beautiful beings.


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