All life is surrounded by a mystery. Actually we live, move, and have our being in mystery. Every man knows that even a man is a mystery to himself, unless he becomes his True Self.
Every Great One is a mystery. Buddha, Christ, and others, despite Their historic existence, were the Word made flesh. The mystery is the Word; the flesh is Their historic existence. They are so powerful because They are both fact and mystery combined. For our narrow consciousness They remain as mysteries.
The mystic is one who has contact with the mystery, but he lacks the faculty to actualize his control in such a way that we can understand and make use of it. On the other hand, a scientist is occupied mostly with the body of the mystery, and he does not show interest in the mystery behind the form because his devices or instruments are not capable of contacting the mystery. Since his inner senses are not being developed yet, he becomes the slave of forms.
The mystery is like the shadow of the mortal man. The more he runs after the shadow, the more the shadow runs away from him. The mystery cannot be found by the physical senses, but one must develop astral, mental, intuitional, and even higher senses to follow the tracks of the mystery. Each contact of the mystery is an act of creativity.
Without a scientific mind the mysterious degenerates into superstition, and without a mystical vision, science turns into exploitation and worship of matter.
- Torkom Saraydarian