Just as you do not know the way of the vital breath nor how the limbs are formed in the womb of a pregnant woman, so you are ignorant of the work of God who makes everything. Sow your seed in the morning and in the evening do not give rest to your hand, because you do not know which work will be better for you, whether this or that, or whether both will be good (Ecclesiastes, 11, 5-6)
The great mystery of conception and life in the maternal womb (see Psalms139, 13-17) is compared to the equally unfathomable mystery of the death and rebirth of the seed in the depths of the earth. And, almost en passantto the ultimate mystery, that of the action of God, the Living One. Who really knows and knows? This fundamental ignorance is accompanied by the amazement that pushes us to continue research: precisely because we don’t know, we should never tire of searching, of trying, of living. Waiting for some revelation. And even if this does not arrive, we continue the journey, stubbornly convinced that “by walking, a path opens up” (Antonio Machado). (ludwig monti)
