Some time ago, Andrew Sullivan at The Dish quoted from a poem by Czeslaw Milosz, “Meaning.” I found it deeply moving:
When I die, I will see the lining of the world.
The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
The true meaning, ready to be decoded.
What never added up will add Up,
What was incomprehensible will be comprehended.
– And if there is no lining to the world?
If a thrush on a branch is not a sign,
But just a thrush on the branch?
You can read the entire poem here.