The workman sat quietly a brief while, then said, "It is beyond me."
We'd been talking about the vast distance across our galaxy (100,000-120,000 light years across), the speed of light being about 186,282 miles per second, there being in the Milky Way galaxy somewhere between 100-400 billion stars, with our neighboring Andromeda Galaxy containing an estimated one trillion (1012) stars, there being approximately 100-500 billion galaxies in the universe.
I tell him that the ability to speak that phrase is itself marvelous. More than that his phrase, as language, contains in four words the great mystery of the universe.
Acknowledging scientific existence -- It is.
Acknowledging artistic source/transcendence -- beyond.
Acknowledging mystical relational identification -- me.
At Friday Evening Conversation eight of us considered depression, witnessing, and fallout from failures.
It occurs to me there is only one person in the world, the one you are with. There is only one being in the world, that with which you are.
And this "with" is not two, nor one: it is bewithing.
Being-with is beyond one being with another being.
It is the unknowable and incalculable 'between' that occurs when one is with another.
Call it, if you wish, mitversation. It is that which occurs when one turns to and with another in the movement of grace engaging what is to be.
This 'grace engaging what is to be' is the triadic trinitarian interplay of Beyond, Between, Becoming.
The universe is the one you are with. This person is the one you are with. This tree is the one you are with. This day is the one you are with.
What we call 'God' is the one you are with.
Vaya con Dios!