I could get all profound and philosophical in response to this Bloganuary prompt. But there are a number of mysteries in life that I will probably never get to the bottom of, and don’t particularly want to.
Because, I would suggest, a mystery is not necessarily a puzzle that has to be solved. It can just remain a mystery.
I like good, old-fashioned mystery stories. A touch of mystery is always enjoyable. The best Netflix series always have something that needs to be resolved – a question mark that hangs in the air (usually at the end of an episode). They could be crime stories, or perhaps a documentary about a real-life crime that was never solved. Some of those are the best; there are investigations and dead ends and possible suspects. One that I watched recently was about the assassination of Swedish politician Olof Palme, who was shot dead on a rain-soaked street in Stockholm in 1986. The series suggests who the murderer might have been, but…Who knows, for sure? Who will ever know?
A mystery is something we can’t quite figure out.
Here is a short list of mysteries that have gone in and out of my life, and that I would like to have resolved – and others that I don’t care about at all:
Trigonometry at school: Didn’t care, and still don’t. What’s the point? The same goes for anything mathematical, really.
Daddy’s wartime experiences: He never talked about them, but I would like to have known how he felt, what he learned.
My favorite pair of earrings: I wish I knew where they had gone… They’re probably hiding somewhere.
A game called curling, that I see pop up in the Winter Olympics: It looks so daft that I don’t think I want to know how to play.
Is the Jamaican Petrel extinct, or will we one day hear its strange cry, up in the Blue Mountains? I hope so.
Cats are mysterious creatures. Although I love all animals, there is something about cats that I would rather leave quite alone.
Why is Kanye West so appealing to women? (Sorry, his name is Ye now). That surely is a mystery…to me…
And I could go on.
Of course, the biggest mystery of all is: “Why are we here?” But many religious people claim to have that one figured out.
Albert Einstein was not, so far as I know, religious. He just liked to delight in the mystery of it all:
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”
Indeed, scientists do love a good mystery, and they are happy to take a long time (forever, maybe) unraveling it.