The real trouble with this world of ours is not that it is an unreasonable world, nor even that it is a reasonable one. The commonest kind of trouble is that it is nearly reasonable, but not quite. Life is not an illogicality; yet, it is a trap for logicians. It looks a little more mathematical and regular than it is; its exactitude is obvious, but its exactitude is hidden; its wildness lies in wait. (Orthodoxy, G. K. Chesterton, 1908)
Chesterton is a master at pointing out obvious truths that we so easily learn to ignore. He describes our world as a place of great order, yet tainted by disorder; a place of precision, yet undecipherable complexity. He drives us to conclude what is obvious; the world should be perfect, except it is full of imperfections. Creation is knowable and at the same time is mysterious beyond our sorting out. Living life leaves us in need of a great resolution. Our own wisdom leaves us wanting; we need a more perfect wisdom.
My mouth shall speak wisdom; the meditation of my heart shall be understanding. I will incline my ear to a proverb; I will solve my riddle to the music of the lyre. Ps 49: 3-4