The mystery of our human, worldly condition

Some good lines form The Song That I Am: On the Mystery of Music by Elisabeth-Paule Labat:

You, Lord, you are my boundless desert. I join you in your solitude, which you occupy at the heart of this world that, though you love it with infinite love, remains estranged from you.

…the mystery of our human condition exceeds comprehension, that it must be received blindly, in darkness, as a gift which only retrospect will reveal as an expression of love.