The beauty of uncertainty
There’s beauty in the incoherence behind all mystery, love in the oblivious, and passion in the multiple meanings of perchance. I do not see opinion, but the romance between what is and could have been. The divine is not what I aspire to, as my time on this piece of the universe is finite. Instead, I embrace uncertainty, our differences, and you, my love.
Whether you believe it or not, what the Magi left at the edge of the Savior’s straw crib were not the gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh; instead, it was time, compassion, and laughter. Love always manifests itself in threes; just consult the Kabbalah of your heart for all other answers. Don’t forget that you, too, are made in the image of the universe. Some call it God, others the good in everything!
