Often, even the beauty makes no sense. And why should it? God tells people who read about him that He and man don't think alike. We have different minds than our maker. For example, look at my own favored topic of birth. What in the world makes sense about a person carrying a separate life within the space called a womb? To have another person... growing deep inside, underneath veins and capillaries, adipose tissue, muscle, in a sack of waters, and then coming out of the most secret place we women call our own. The very parts of our bodies that we share intimately with our mates are the same parts from which our young emerge to take their first, glorious, air-filled breath. Couldn't be anyone but God thinking up the real deal. If we had it our way, we'd have birds dropping babies on our doorsteps (hence the stork). Or, we'd eat watermelon seeds and they'd somehow grow to be babies. Those are the stories we've come up with to delay telling our children the beautiful, strange, messy truth.
The exquisitely confusing, sometimes stunning way life plays out compels us to either go deep in thought and push our minds to the very edges in order to find the buried sacred truths that lie in our hearts and which peek at us through life experiences... or, conversely, to stay on the surface and make up stories about storks and watermelon seeds.
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