The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. -Albert Einstein.
Tell me of the sunset, the blind man says.
What words could paint the rainbow’s pallet
And make sightless eyes to truly comprehend?
Not tasted, smelt, heard, or touched?
It is other, I say.
It is mystery, it is mystery.
Tell me of the symphony, says the one who has not ears.
How will you describe that harmonious blend
of rhythms beat with varied winds and singing strings?
Not tasted, smelt, seen or touched?
It is other, I say.
It is mystery, it is mystery.
Tell me of the taste of food, asks one born without a tongue.
Again our words cannot make a full description
Of sour versus sweet, or of bitter and of salt.
Not heard, smelt, seen or touched?
It is other, I say.
It is mystery, it is mystery.
Explain to me the world of spirit, the earthly skeptic says.
No smell or taste, nor touch with hand,
Not seen with eye or heard with ears?
No formula to comprehend?
It is Other, I say.
It is mystery, it is mystery.
Beyond our greatest measure,
Beyond our mind to understand,
Requiring personal experience,
It is mystery, it is mystery.
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