Life never becomes known, it always remains a mystery, a question mark — and a question mark which cannot be dissolved. It is in the very nature of existence, it is the very center of existence; there is no way to find any answer or explanation for it.
That’s why philosophy fails and poetry succeeds. That’s why mathematics fails and music succeeds. That’s why logic always lags behind and love reaches, arrives.
The question mark is immensely significant. All questions are absurd. And all questions are sooner or later resolved, are bound to be resolved, because all questions have answers. If you can formulate a question you can find an answer for it, but the question mark is not your formulation. It is there; it is on each leaf of the trees, on each sound of the birds. On each cloud, on each star, on each atom, the question mark is there.
Life is not a problem but a mystery. A problem is that which can be solved — at least theoretically is soluble. A mystery is that which can be lived but can never be solved.