Why humans love mysteries

We are given some tools - but not all- to figure out who we really are. We think in a language in our head (a secret language since it isn’t fully shared with anyone else) and believe this language reflects also the emotional and psychological realms of our being. 
But does it? How do we know? 
We are not given the raw layer of coding that composed us. We ourselves will forever be a mystery to ourselves. And i think this is why the human mind salivates over mysteries.
Each breathing moment there is the unconscious awareness that the crucial burning mystery, which we experience at every moment of our lives, will never fully be solved.
But we try. We think we even get closer sometimes.
We use our intellect and our physical strength and our relationships and our meditative mind to try to solve who we truly are.
Yet, we never will.
Every other mystery we try to solve is a spin off from this:

The mystery of our own cold and frightening abyss.

[photo: mist rising off the coast of Maine]