The Japanese novelist Shusako Endo once characterized getting to know God as akin to peeling an onion. As one penetrates ever more deeply into the puzzle that constitutes God, she is peeling, peeling one layer after another, steadily unfolding the mystery. Yet the process is endless: in the end, the onion is still an onion.
We wonder our life, we wonder about death. And we wonder about God. The more we wonder about any of these, however, the more we realize that even when we think we know them, we really do not.
Real meaning is amazing beautiful, but exquisitely frustrating.
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