I have been reading about Eleanora Duse who was called “The Mystic In
the Theatre” by Eva Le Gallienne. Great pains were taken to describe
mysticism as a wider sea that just that lapping up on religious shores. In the sense that Duse dug deeper into the theatre than most actors and audience I agree her goal was to uncover Truth ( with a capital “T”). She wanted to know the Zen of the character, not just those show off qualities of voice and attitudes.
Does a mystic know he/she is one? Is it really something that touches
the Life behind our mundane lives? Does it help or hinder? or like a
disease is it just something that is a burden to the carrier?
If mysticism is that which explains beyond words or actions then it eludes most of the world which operates on action and reaction. It is
the canvas on which the trivialities of our existence are painted. Scrape away the picture you have the naked (and blank) Truth.