The word Mystery is just as fraught as Nature and harder for me to resist. I’ve never been able to point to Nature, but with Mystery, at least, I can gesture jazz hands in the direction of the space over or around a moment, object, person, collection––to highlight the apparent lack of concrete explanation for its impact. Still, this raises certain questions about various assumptions I’ve been making about the readily available explanations of some other phenomena.
Speaking of Which
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Imagination is the thing all mystery revolves around, isn’t it? Interesting perspective Stacey.
Thanks, Aahna. I am not sure which revolves around which, or if they run parallel, or as playmates. If I go on thinking, I’m liable to start imagining some solid-seeming answer I don’t have : )
Oh yes!! That’s the beauty of it. Abstract.
I very much like your playing with thought, thoughtful play. It’s a mystery. Thank you.
Thank you, Mathias!