Rabindranath Tagore: That I exist is a perpetual surprise


That I exist is a perpetual surprise

– Rabindranath Tagore

Yes, I keep being surprised and astonished by this.

How come there is anything at all? How come there is consciousness and a world?

This is one of the few questions that completely stops my mind. There is no real answer.

When I started this website, I decided to call it Mystery of Existence. And although there are many mysteries of existence, this is perhaps the ultimate one.

One of my earliest childhood memories is related to this surprise: I sit in a leather chair at the west window in the living room, looking at the pages of a Donald Duck comic book, and I suddenly notice I exist and am astonished by it. This may have been when I was between three and five years old.