Mysteries to ourselves Katherine Thinkings and poems December 29, 2017January 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: Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMorePocket Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published December 29, 2017January 8, 2018