Another is a mystery; but the experience that one (who is also a mystery) enjoys with another is an additional mystery. Every person-man, woman, or child-is a beauty waiting to be discovered, uncovered, revealed so that we might respond with our own mystery.
At times we are granted something like a mystic vision...We have found the soul in its seclusion and simplicity-so we think...The vision in fact begins to work upon us; we cannot forget it: we no longer attend to it with voluntary efforts, but it forms a part of our consciousness and begins to make us over after its own pattern, as if it were active and we were plastic before it.
A love experience is a mystery unfathomable to exclusively problem-oriented persons. It demands a Yes or a No and will not be denied a response. By it universes are opened up to us as we learn anew the excitement of discovery, not only of the mystery which is self, the another-for-another. Schelling's man who's animal amans (the loving animal) reveals himself and accepts revelation in the experience of love.
The constant presence of the beloved, even though space may separate a couple by thousands of miles, or time by eternity itself after death, is not readily diminished. The beloved's presence is too strongly felt; it is too much part of one; it is too deep in the air we breathe and the mind we reflect with to be forgotten. We remember mysteries. They are too much a part of us to be forgotten. In this sense Marcel is accurate when he declares that a beloved bestows immortality on another by his love: To say "I love you" is to say "You shall never die." Love is mystery opening up to mystery.
No wonder its token is most regularly the granting and encouraging of freedom unto another: the freedom to be his or her own mystery and to live this mystery, loving it.
On Becoming a Mystical Bear by mtthew Fox Paulist Press/Deus Book pges39 to 40