There is a risk here of supposing that because we know our lives to have the character of a narrative we also know what that narrative is.  If I were to know the full story of my life, I would then have translated it back into explanation.*
James Carse

When we beautify our gaze, the grace of hidden beauty becomes our joy and our sanctuary.**
John O’Donohue

I know what I think it is,
But if I slow down, deeply notice, and
de-label, then it becomes much more, and
my explanation was always barely anything.

*James Carse’s Finite and Infinite Games;
**John O’Donohue’s Divine Beauty.