Daily Inspiration Quote by Jean Cocteau

Cocteau’s line moves like a magician flashing the empty palm: it offers revelation, then immediately reveals that revelation has its own trapdoor. “Mystery has its own mysteries” is a deliberately self-canceling proposition, a paradox that refuses the modern urge to solve everything. It’s not a plea for ignorance; it’s a warning about the arrogance of closure. The second turn, “there are gods above gods,” isn’t theology so much as a hierarchy of unknowability: every system we treat as final (religion, science, art, romance, ideology) can be nested inside a larger system that makes our certainty look provincial.

The sly pronouns do the real work. “We have ours, they have theirs” splits reality into camps, not nations but perspectives: insiders and outsiders, believers and skeptics, the audience and the artist, the living and whatever we imagine lies beyond. Cocteau, a director steeped in myth-making and theatrical illusion, understood that “truth” is often just the best-lit version of a story. His cinema and stage work repeatedly dramatize this: mirrors that are doors, gods that are stage machinery, desire that masquerades as fate. The line reads like an artist’s credo in an era that watched certainties collapse twice over in world war.

Calling that structure “infinity” is the punchline and the provocation. Infinity here isn’t comforting grandeur; it’s the endless regression of explanations, the way meaning multiplies the moment you try to pin it down. Cocteau is telling you that the ultimate reality may not be an answer at all, but a permanent, generative remainder.