Throughout my whole life, during every minute of it the world has been gradually lighting up and blazing before my eyes until it has come to surround me, entirely lit up from within.
There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.
I love the mountain peak but I know also its roiling foothills half-invisible in mist and fog. The Seafarer gets up long before dawn to read. His soul is a whale feeding on the Holy Word. The soul who loves the peak also inhales the deep breath rising from the mountain buried in mist.