Understanding a subject is a good thing, naturally, but luckily it's not always necessary.
Sometimes understanding something isn't even desirable: fascinating mysteries, when researched and analysed, sometimes turn out to be mere mistakes, or stupidities, or gaps.
Here's a short poem by Ezra Pound.
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind behind them,
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Yes...sometimes I'd choose mystery over complete understanding.
Word To Use Today: violet. This is a lovely word as long as it's pronounced with three syllables. It comes from the Latin viola which is an even more horrid word when pronounced with two.