One of the things I love most about being alive is that no one really knows what’s going on.

Physicists, philosophers, theologians . . . all of them have theories, thoughts, and conjectures about the essence of reality.

But the ultimate root of existence remains wrapped in an impenetrable mystery.

And so every time we open our eyes, every breath we take, every joke we hear, every late summer night sky we gaze at–every one of the infinite moments and experiences in life–is a little piece of magic, a little gift of wonder.

For me, experiencing that mystery is so much more amazing than having all the answers.