Musings on a wet Sunday afternoon

I had been reading the beautiful book called "Beyond The Mirror" by Henri JM Nouwen who sensitively describes his very close brush with death and how he dealt with the twin burning questions of "Who am I" and "Who is God for me?" After an hour or so of reading, I sat down with my guitar and while plucking a tune, this following line tumbled out, which I guess had something to do with Nouwen's musings dancing around in my head...

"In loss of any kind, we come to the end of ourselves. The striving for answers and meaning within our grasp of reasoning leaves us exhausted and disillusioned, but needless be, for the Answer was there from the beginning. Life's irony at its delicious best."

"I only know of one duty. That is to love." - Albert Camus