Gravestone Impression: “Dedicated to the Unknown”

My first philosophy class unfolded unerringly as I hoped. I had a fixed expression of ecstasy at the beautiful disarray of fervent arguing ensuing around me. The professor brilliantly presented unapologetic questions and to the alarm of the students around me, he granted no answers. He left them confounded and openly perturbed at their own inability to come to a conclusion. I felt effortless accordance with the chaos as if the Unanswerable was where I belonged. The unknown is purely the agreement of my nature. If my all questions could be answered, I would stop inquiring and therefore cease to cultivate any thirst for understanding. Philosophy is simply that: the pursuit of wisdom. It is imperative to ascertain who we are not and what we cannot understand and not just identify who we are and what we know. I think there is more beauty to be found in our questions then in our answers. Drowning in the vastness of inquiries, is the when I feel God’s glory the most. So, step back…I’m diving into this bottomless pool. Who needs air, really? I’d rather not drown in the dry land of the explained. I will play in the torrential downpours of mystery while my classmates are parched by their angst.

Things I think to be true:
If the Unknown had a face, he would be handsome!
Tea is the thinking drink.
Exploring is the Unknown masqueraded as activity.