I don't need concepts like "religion," "spirituality," and "mysticism" to feel a sense of awe. All I need to do is contemplate the ultimate mystery these words point to.Existence. The fact that the cosmos is. And I am. As I've noted before, the primal mystery of existence is the black hole of all knowledge, experience, understanding, and whatever. It makes notions like enlightenment, theory of everything, self-realization, ultimate reality, perfect truth, and the like go zap! -- sucked into a cosmic void of not-knowing that erases false claims of knowing-it-all.How could it be possible to fathom the "it" of existence? Where is…