āMen go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.ā
āSaint Augustine
āThe most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as deadāhis eyes are closed.ā
āAlbert Einstein,Ā Living Philosophies
What has caused you to pause and wonder recently?
For me, it was a rather odd thing: the word āwonder.ā Just thatānothing more.
Isnāt it funny that we use a word like āwonderā to describe, on one hand, an idle curiosity about the time of day or tomorrowās weather (āI wonder if itās going to rain.ā), and, on the other hand, the sense of awe we feel when we glimpse the enormity of space or stand on the brink of the Grand Canyon? The only distinction is a simple preposition: to āwonder aboutā something versus to āwonder atā something.
When you stop to think about it, however, the two meanings of wonder are not so far afield. Rather, they chase one another in a lively circle. When youĀ wonder aboutĀ a mystery, no matter how idly, the questions you pursue lead you toĀ wonder atĀ your discoveries. Then, the discoveries youĀ wonder atĀ lead you toĀ wonder aboutĀ even more mysteries.
In this way, we become children again, delighting in every detail as G.K. Chesterton describes in his poem āA Second Childhoodā (1922):
Men grow too old for love, my love,
Men grow too old for wine,
But I shall not grow too old to see
Unearthly daylight shine,
Changing my chamberās dust to snow
Till I doubt if it be mine.
Behold, the crowning mercies melt,
The first surprises stay;
And in my dross is dropped a gift
For which I dare not pray:
That a man grow used to grief and joy
But not to night and day.1
Isnāt that a wonderful gift? As we ask questions and explore everyday miracles such as dust and daylight, we are drawn to marvel at what we discover. In turn, our findings inspire us to ask new questions and the progression of wonder begins all over again.
This Christmas season, I hope that you will experience wonder anew in the fullest sense of the word.
1Ā Read the full poem here: Ā https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/123359-a-second-childhood-when-all-my-da…




