This is why when we meet a person for the first time we do not ask straight off and directly: "Show me your mystery" (which we mean himself or herself); we work up to the mysteries in this person's life and the mystery of this person by circumlocutionary probings. Questions of place ("Where are you from?" "Where do you live?"), time "(Is this person my age and generation, or from what world does he come?"), work ("What do you do?"), and interest ("Are you a sports fan?") gradually soften up the process of meeting another.
But the authentic meeting takes place in insight: perhaps a look into the eyes may be enough for the revelation of the person. We say revelation, for this is the way one approaches a mystery: mystery is not arrived at (though it may be prepared for) by our pressured activity. It is revealed, unveiled, opened up for us as a rose in its time and under the proper atmospheric conditions becomes open for beholder to see. A human person is such a mystery capable of revelation of self when the time and the company are correct. This revelation is enough to stop one short, to change one who beholds the other.
It goes without saying that those who see others as problems, as body counts, as rungs on one's own private ladder to the heights, or as votes for one's own "policies" (always carefully manipulated to kowtow to rather than to attract), or as consumers to be counted and seduced-in short, as usable and useful in themselves-shut out mysteries these people run the ultimate risk of reducing their own existence (no less than that of those they manipulate) to a problematic one. Once again the consequence of such an option would be lifelessness or tedium with nonmysterious existence. It is to close oneself forever to the possibility-however distant it may sometimes appear to be from our touch-of intimacy, the sharing of the mysteries of life.
Picture taken by Angie Skelhorn on May 17, 2011 Full Moon - Faery Moon On Becoming A Musical Mystical Bear by Matthew Fox Paulist press/Deus Book pges 38-39