I agree that we cannot remain silent about things that are
‘ineffable’. What has inspired me a lot is reading people's mystical
experiences. Those that could bring back some of the Divine wisdom back
through the barrier of ineffability. I would go as far as saying it is
the mystic's duty to bring down the Divine into the world of
materialism.
Between knowing a fact about a thing and
knowing its nature. To know facts about something, you use the
intellect, reasoning and language, but to know the nature of something,
you have to become one with it. It is like giving all the facts of a
mango to someone that have never seen one. But does not matter how good
your explanations are, you can never give the person the experience of
tasting a mango. This is the conundrum of the mystic.
Instead
of asking how we know that the Divine has revealed himself in a
particular tradition, we could ask how I can experience the Divine
myself.
Imagine there is an isolated community which
have evolved with zero or very limited emotions. They have very highly
developed intellectual capacities and normal physical abilities. Their
society is organised using their amazing intellect, and through this,
all their physical needs are met.
Now imagine a man
from this community travels to a far distant land and falls deeply in
love with a woman. This deep love overrides his intellectual reasoning,
and her physical well-being becomes more important than his own. After a
few months, he travels back to his community and is faced with the
‘ineffability’ of explaining to them what ‘being in love’ is. This is
the conundrum of the mystic.
How can the mystic use
intellectual language to express the burning light of the Divine shining
out from his heart? How many times does the mystic need to hug his
companions to give them a glimpse of the experience that they are all
one with the Divine and always have been? How does one describe the
burning compassion of the flame of love in your heart to others who only
have the tools of the intellect and physical body? This is the
conundrum of the mystic.
The only way to know the
nature of the Divine is to experience it for yourselves. Jumping off the
cliff of the intellect into the heart of the Divine. Falling and
falling into the everlasting deep waters of Divine love flowing around
you and flowing through you. Until your heart explodes into a song of
everlasting love. This is the path of the mystic.
