There is something.
Past the sight lines of the work-a-day world.
Beyond understanding.
The big picture.
The infinite horizon.
The old mystery.
Complicated by dogma and doctrine.
People trying to name it.
Trying to understand.
But it is not a matter of belief.
It is how you stand before it.
How you stand inside of a life
with so many questions.
The meaning of it all is out of your hands.
Wisdom is often accepting silence, not demanding answers.
Faith is how you carry yourself when answers do not come.