Mysteries There are mysteries we cannot know. And we know our ignorance. Shadows darken where they must. And we accept what we must. We accept our ignorance in word. But in action we contradict. Words fall from our lips. Explanations roll from our pens. We judge and propose with The pretense of certainty. We fill the shadows with more shadows. We bridge the unknown with the unknown. We define our heaven and hell. And paint visions and argue illusion. But the mysteries stand apart. They indulge our vain activity. And smile on our proud explanations.