Love. Metaphysics is born out of childish curiosity.
So howsoever sublime, it remains juvenile.
And all the ultimate answers are foolish in a way
Because the ultimate is not only unknown, it is unknowable.
A mature mind is one who understands the impossibility of
knowing the ultimate.
And, with this understanding, there is a new dimension.
The dimension of BEING.
Knowing is not possible, bnt BEING is.
Or in other words, in relation to the Ultimate only, Being
This dimension is the religious dimension.
And unless one is religious in this sense, one goes on asking
absurd questions and accumulating even more absurd answers.
In a little backwoods school the teacher was at the
board explaining arithmetic problems. She was delighted to see
her dullest pupil giving slack-jawed attention, which was unusual
for him. Her happy thought was that, at last, the gangling lad
was beginning to understand.
When she finished, she said to him, "you, were so interested,
Cicero, that I am sure you want to ask some questions?"
"Yes'm." drawled Cicero, "I got one to ask. Where do
these figures go when you rub them off?"