Penetrating so many secrets,
we cease to believe in the unknowable.
But there it sits nevertheless,
calmly licking its chops.
— H.L. Mencken
And that’s where we part company, my husband and I. A devout rationalist, he believes that mystery is what is yet unknown. That given enough time, enough attention, enough science, we WILL know. Me, I believe in the unknowable. Tenniel’s caught the perfect emblem for it — the Cheshire Cat grinning at Alice just before it fades away — slowly, its smile last to go, calmly licking its chops.
Fortunately, after almost 51 years of marriage, we have learned to agree to disagree. Neither of us insists on having the last laugh.
That, after all, belongs to the unknowable.