Understanding the Unexplainable

I began with a pebble question,

turning it in my palm

like a child holding a seashell,

listening for an ocean hidden inside.

Then came larger wonders,

waiting beyond each answered thing

like hills unfolding into brighter hills,

every horizon a promise rather than a wall.

Years passed.

The mind became a lantern-bearer,

walking valleys of uncertainty,

finding not certainty

but constellations of meaning,

small lights of knowledge joining one another in the dark.

Later still…

The questions grew vast,

stretching through the soul like rivers seeking the sea,

or galaxies threading silver pathways

through the endless fabric of night.

I followed them gladly,

even when the path climbed steeply,

even when truth arrived only in fragments,

because each fragment glittered like a shard of dawn.

And I have learned that not every mystery

must surrender to become beautiful.

Some remain just beyond understanding,

guiding rather than yielding.

And I wonder:

are certain truths meant to stay unknown,

becoming, with age, like neighbors across the street,

their porch lights glowing every evening,

familiar in presence,

yet never fully met,

their names never learned?