I see not so much of mystery as of wonder, amazement, curiosity, inspiration, the joy of discovery, the contemplation of opportunities, chances to learn….
What creates mysteries? They are but puzzles created in a mind, too often about things that no one ever saw, rumors of past events unsupported by evidence, said to happen in foreign lands we’ll never visit, or in the heavens where we’ll never go. Such rumors, by nameless authors, or attributed to others with no history, so conflict with others like them that they inspire an actual, and greater, mystery: and that is, why do smart people still believe any of them?
Written entirely with OPEN OFFICE.