Life is mystery, even with all of the belief systems we apply to explain it. Life remains a mystery. We learn to live with the unknown. Though we might be seekers, with all of the seeking, the mystery remains, winking at us from the sidelines. The unknowable.
Like, how did this plant end up in my garden? Then, what prompted it to take over one third of the garden with it’s shoots and tendrils that wrap around anything along the way? I posted a photo of it on Facebook to see if someone could identify it. I got these responses: some sort of vegetable, citron watermelon, crossbred squash, disguised watermelon, some sort of melon, Cinnamon Girl pie pumpkin, courgette (zucchini), Cucurbita pepo (round zucchini squash).
I like the surprise within the mystery. At times, the clouds part and I get a bit of clarity. But then, the veil drops, the sight is limited, the mists conceal truth.
How do you live with mystery?