I believe there is something of the divine mystery in everything that exists. We can see it sparkle in a sunflower or a poppy. We sense more of the unfathomable mystery in a butterfly that flutters from a twig--or in a goldfish swimming in a bowl. But we are closest to God in our own soul. Only there can we become one with the greatest mystery of life. In truth, at very rare moments we can experience that we ourselves are that divine mystery.

People are, generally speaking, either dead certain or totally indifferent.

A Russian cosmonaut and a Russian brain surgeon were once discussing Christianity. The brain surgeon was a Christian, but the cosmonaut wasn’t. ‘I have been in outer space many times,’ bragged the cosmonaut, ‘but I have never seen any angels.’ The brain surgeon stared in amazement, but then he said, ‘And I have operated on many intelligent brains, but I have never seen a single thought.

It takes billions of years to create a human being. And it takes only a few seconds to die.

What Plato was really asking was perhaps why a horse was a horse, and not, for example, a cross between a horse and a pig.

I'm not just some butterfly for you to catch.

If we don't know where we are going, it can be helpful to know where we come from.