What makes Mystery such a mystery? Have you ever wondered that? And why do mysteries feel so pedestrian, boring, really, compared to Mystery with a capital M? Is it because mysteries are unalive questions, answers waiting to happen? Are riddles temporary highs that, once solved, drop us back into our normal, unengaging lives?
A mystery to science is simply an open question that scientists have not answered yet, but will. There is no such thing as Mystery with a capital M to one trapped in this belief system, because Mystery with a capital M transcends and includes people. If you believe there is nothing that transcends and includes you, you will forever be seeking Mystery’s answers as a person separate from an object, divorced from reality. You’ll be delusional. And most of us are.
Some religions, like Catholicism, allow for religious doubt. The fact of an allowance means that doubt is bounded within the context of the religion. It is skepticism on a leash, which is meant to circle you back to the religion and be thankful that such an open god would allow you not to believe in the first place. And if by accident you release into that invisible feeling of Mystery with a capital M, you will likely associate it with your religion. You’ll see it as a sign from the god or some other god/you interaction. It’s a clever trap.
Authentic Mystery, with a capital M is fused with wonder. Not the curiosity of the intellectual sleuth who will solve it, but the wide-eyed wonder of the innocent who engages with the ineffable tension-urge-joy itself. Mystery is living. Mystery transcends and includes you. Wonder is an aspect of Mystery’s aliveness in you. You cannot know Mystery as an outsider, separate and apart, but you may feel it in you. You may understand it as you.
How wonderful!