The nature of that of which we are a part but can not know can’t be described. But in the darkness and distance of a verdant May night, it all seems so close. Perhaps we have a sense that we have been taught to ignore. It’s fun to believe such ideas.
But I do believe there “exists” that which lies beyond our ability to comprehend.
We have a few tools which might at least let us catch a glimpse of their shadow from the corner of our eyes.
The fruit fly can not conceive of baseball. Or the World Series.
Why should the same idea not apply to us, that which can not be described or even imagined directly.
Perhaps we might be able to somehow sense it in the dark silence. Or at least believe in it. Our species seem to have a need to voice ideas. Perhaps there already exists a word to describe that which defies description.
Can you think of one?