The wording is a bit rough, but those words sum it up fairly nicely. I am beginning to think that this is one of the highest achievements of art or storytelling. It is something I hope to do with my own work. Life has become too familiar. Our world is too quickly explained away as a series of comprehensible events. It is small and within our control and we, especially as adults, like it that way.
However, from time to time we touch on something that exceeds our explanations and goes beyond our understanding. It is a moment that seems timeless and is itself awe inspiring. It touches us deeply and challenges us to believe something that is beyond our comprehension. I would live on that precipice if I could, but that is not something I can yet do. I believe I have forgotten how. After all, I’m not an adult if I can’t explain it, right? Isn’t knowing the answers a sign of maturity?
I think I would rather be caught up in the question and maybe, in observing, grasp some portion of the truth. Something tells me that true knowledge only intensifies the sense of wonder initiated by facing the unanswerable.
I have no idea how this will take place, but I hope that in rediscovering this forgotten stance of humble awe I might find my own worlds reflecting a glimmer of the unknowable and draw others down this journey to the fantastic.