Once upon a time I took in Mystery as a sensation best left unexamined. Now I experience it as welcomed. I’m strangely comforted when I hear from scientists that human beings are the most complex creatures we know of in the universe – by far! Black holes are in their way explainable; the simplest living human being is not. I lean a bit more confidently into the experience that life is so endlessly perplexing. I love that word. Spiritual life is a way of Dwelling with Perplexity–taking it seriously, searching for its purpose and perils, its beauty and ravages. Spiritual life is dwelling with perplexity.