Unknown

The writer I love is the one who offers me questions. Anyone can spout what they know, but to address that which we struggle to know - to explore the most deeply felt uncertainties - is a gift beyond measure.

Maybe it is because, deep down, I understand that I really know nothing, and to pretend anything different feels closed - like a lie. To acknowledge a poignant mystery, on the other hand, is like the rapture of prostrating yourself before God and acknowledging he is far greater than you can even fathom - that you are nothing before him. Only by doing this does his power become our own. Only by acknowledging the unknown can we avoid being destroyed by it.