Thinking still of magnum mysterium, and the space of not knowing.
We as Americans especially I think are always in a hurry to know. To get the answer and get on. But there is such a grace in not knowing. In the space of not being sure, or flat out being clueless.
And, accepting it. There is a humility there and it takes a sureness of self to withstand it, not feel threatened by any gaps. To embrace it. Because in the end what we know, or think we know, can be turned over in a moment. It is all uncertain, unnerving as that is.
Wearing this mantle of humility in our knowing and not knowing both would serve us all so well, softening us, allowing us to better hear and see and take in the world. Less arrogance, more reception. Just being.
And in the moments that rock our world, being comfortable in the stillness of not knowing will sustain us.