Mysteries to ourselves Katherine Thinkings and poems Dec 29, 2017Jan 8, 2018 1 Minute There is something precious in our being mysteries to ourselves, in our being unable ever to see through even the person who is closest to our heart and to reckon with him as though he were a logical proposition or a problem in accounting. Myth Quotes, by Rudolf Bultmann Share this: Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMore Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published Dec 29, 2017Jan 8, 2018