I don’t cause my own existence. I am radically given-to-myself and sustained-in-myself at every moment by an “Other” who is beyond my understanding — who is “Mystery” — but who is “present” and whom I want to address as a “You.” The Mystery is “You-who-make-me.” The Source and the Reality of which I am a “sign.” The One who transcends the whole universe and at the same time — as Augustine says — is “nearer to me than I am to myself.”
At the depths of myself there is an Other. The desire for the Infinite, the voice of conscience, the sense of gratitude, the energy of hope. I don’t “make” the foundations of my own human experience. I am “given to myself.” I am a “created person.”
