Our cat loves to play with light patterns reflected onto the wall when the light falls on anything shiny- from my cellphone, to light from our rechargeable lamp on mirrors during our too-frequent power cuts. Well, not so much loves as is obsessed with and wants to kill. So of course we love to tease her, and she hardly ever catches the maddening thing.

Watching her this morning, I wondered what she'd do if she did catch it. First, she seemed puzzled, because even with her paws on it, she must have been conscious that there was nothing there. Not really anyway. Then she sniffed at it. Then she looked around to see if she'd really caught the thing she'd been chasing. Then she looked at it again.

As I laughed inside, I began to ponder mystery. There are so many things we simply do not understand. Perhaps we don't have the intellect to do so (like the cat- I assume). Maybe some things are really just beyond understanding, because they're elementally mysterious. Too often we assume we know everything, that we should know everything. Especially about everything. Mystery is often a call to humility, a reminder of how finite we are.

Proverbs 30:18-19
There are three things which are too wonderful for me, Yes, four which I do not understand:
The way of an eagle in the air, The way of a serpent on a rock, The way of a ship in the midst of the sea, And the way of a man with a virgin.

There's no moral to this blog post; just a note to self about staying amazed in the face of what I do not know.