We now see through a mirror, enigmatically.

St. Paul

There is no human being on earth capable of declaring with certitude who he is. No one knows what he has come into this world to do, what his acts correspond to, his sentiments, his ideas, or what his real name is, his enduring Name in the register of Light… History is an immense liturgical text where the iotas and the dots are worth no less than the entire verses or chapters, but the importance of one and the other is indeterminable and profoundly hidden.

Leon Bloy translated by Borges.

To ask for its meaning is as meaningless a question as to demand the meaning of a color or the meaning of a bird.

Maria Popova