All life is a mystery; this is self-evident. Life can never be explained. Its mysterious nature is its being, fullness and transcendence. If life were explainable it would be nothing, a piece of information, or a set of mathematical formulas.
Explanations are possible only for inert and mechanical things, but where there is life and consciousness, explanations are a violation. Why explain a flower? Its self-evident beauty, which is a mystery beyond explanation, is enough. In the seeing of life, the seeing which is life, all things are full. They need not be described or defined to have value. We seek explanations because we are not aware of the self-evident mystery. This seeking to define consigns us to the limitations of our own minds.
(D. Frawley “Vedantic Meditation” )