I’m strangely comforted when I hear from scientists that human beings are the most complex creatures we know of in the universe, still, by far. Black holes are in their way explicable; the simplest living 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 as well as its perils, its beauty as well as its ravages.

Death is not the end! The exit for the world of mortals is the entrance to the world of immortals!

We all have problems and we all meet problems, but the biggest problems in life are nowhere than in our minds, attitude, impulses and emotions. The person who is able to master the mind, attitude, impulses and emotions is always bigger than problems of life!

Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.

Discomfort: the valley between the body and the soul. Comfort: the bridge between the body and the soul.

The day hope shall die, perplexity shall kill so many people. In so far as hope is alive, keep hoping!

Casting a curious gaze down on planet Earth, extra-terrestrial beings could well be forgiven for assuming that we humans are programmed in every move we make, by a palm-sized, oblong, slab of glass. More perplexing than that, who on earth could convince them otherwise ?