Thomas Merton wrote “Therefore there is only one problem on which all my existence, my peace and my happiness depend: to discover myself in discovering [the Divine]. Rumi wrote “You could be moving in a great circuit without wings, nourished without eating, sovereign without a throne. No longer subject to fortune, you could be luck itself, if you would rise from sleep, leave the market-arguing, and learn that your own essence is your wealth.” Finally, Mary Oliver the poet writes in two different poems:

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.  …

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”

Sometimes, in pondering, “why” is not the appropriate question. I can even argue that “how” is equally unsuitable. Sometimes, the only question, which is not a question when spoken by the heart, is to simply and quietly say, “Yes.”