I am working on a freakishly large puzzle. “I would like to figure this out,” I told a friend.
“You’re not going to figure it out,” she said. “You can never figure it out.”
“What if I am supposed to figure it out? What if that is exactly why I am on this earth? I am here so I can figure this out. I think this might be the case. Why else would I be so curious and have this kind of drive? Figuring this out might be my exact job to do…”
My husband has said the same thing from time to time. “Stop trying to figure things out.” But he spends years if not entire decades working on various mathematical problems. What’s the difference between this and that?
If I see a lock on a door and I want to know what is behind that door, I will figure out how to pick the lock – won’t you?
I think some of us a lock-pickers for sure.
I just can’t imagine the universe giving me a tasty puzzle, and regularly supplying me with clues to that puzzle, if I am not supposed to notice this and try to put the clues together.
Do you enjoy puzzles? Where is your Mercury?