The only mystery in the universe
์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ ์œ ์ผํ•œ ์ˆ˜์ˆ˜๊ป˜๋ผ๋Š”

Is that thereโ€™s a mystery of the universe.
์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ ์ˆ˜์ˆ˜๊ป˜๋ผ๊ฐ€ ์กด์žฌํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

Yes, this sun that unconsciously lights up
๊ทธ๋ž˜, ์ €์ ˆ๋กœ ์ผœ์ง€๋Š” ์ด ํƒœ์–‘

The earth, the trees and all the seasons;
ํ™, ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ณ„์ ˆ๋“ค;

The stones I walk over, the white houses,
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์œ„๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋Œ๋“ค, ํ•˜์–€ ์ง‘๋“ค,
People, human fellowship, history,
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค, ์ธ๊ฐ„๊ด€๊ณ„, ์—ญ์‚ฌ,

All that passesโ€”tradition or speechโ€”
์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ๋“คโ€”์ „ํ†ต ํ˜น์€ ์—ฐ์„คโ€”

Between one soul and another, voices, citiesโ€”
ํ•˜๋‚˜์˜ ์˜ํ˜ผ๊ณผ ๋˜๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ฒƒ ์‚ฌ์ด์—์„œ, ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋“ค, ๋„์‹œ๋“คโ€”

None of this comes with an explanation for why
์ด๊ฒƒ ์ค‘ ์–ด๋А ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์™œ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์ด ์กด์žฌํ•˜๋Š”์ง€์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์„ค๋ช…๊ณผ

It exists, nor does it have a mouth for speaking.
ํ˜น์€ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋งํ•  ์ž…์ด๋ผ๋„ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€๋ฅผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋™๋ด‰ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค.




Why doesnโ€™t the sun come up announcing
์™œ ํƒœ์–‘์ด ์„ค๋ช…ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๊ฐ€?

What it is? What secret reason explains
๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์—‡์ธ์ง€? ์–ด๋–ค ์ˆจ๊ฒจ์ง„ ์ด์œ ๊ฐ€ ์„ค๋ช…๋˜๋Š”์ง€?

The existence of the stones under my feet,
๋‚ด ๋‘ ๋ฐœ ๋ฐ‘ ๋Œ๋“ค์˜,

Of the air I breathe, and of my need to breathe?
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Š” ๊ณต๊ธฐ์˜, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์‹ค ํ•„์š”์˜ ์กด์žฌ?

Itโ€™s all an absurd and monstrous machine.
๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋ถ€์กฐ๋ฆฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ธฐ๊ดดํ•œ ๊ธฐ๊ณ„.

Weโ€™re ignorant with the whole of our body
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ๋ชธ ์ „์ฒด์™€

And our seeing, which is the soulโ€™s body.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์˜ํ˜ผ์˜ ์œก์ฒด์ธ, ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๋ฌด์ง€ํ•˜๋‹ค.




Why is there what is? Why is there a universe?
ย  ์™œ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ธ๊ฐ€? ์™œ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์— ์šฐ์ฃผ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์ง€?
Why is the universe the one it is?
์™œ ์šฐ์ฃผ๋Š” ์ง€๊ธˆ์˜ ๊ทธ ์šฐ์ฃผ์ธ๊ฐ€?
Why is the universe made the way itโ€™s made?
์™œ ์šฐ์ฃผ๋Š” ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์‹์œผ๋กœ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด์ง„ ๊ฒƒ์ธ๊ฐ€?




Why is there what is? Why is there anything?
์™œ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ธ๊ฐ€? ์™œ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์— ์–ด๋–ค ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์žˆ๋Š”๊ฐ€?
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 
Why is there a world, and why is it how it is?
์™œ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์— ์„ธ๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š”๊ฐ€, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์™œ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ์ง€?




์›๋ž˜๋Š” ๋‹ค ๋ฒˆ์—ญํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๊ท€์ฐฎ์•„์„œ ์˜ค๋Š˜์€ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€.
์–ด์งœํ”ผ ์ค‘์—ญ ํ€„๋„ ๊ตฌ๋ฆฐ๋ฐ ๋Œ€์ถฉ ์˜์–ด ๋ณด๊ณ  ์ฝ์œผ์…ˆ