Significance and understanding

I do not understand it, thus it has no significance to me

Surely not. I, as an individual, do not understand the nuances of DNA, beyond a high-school biology level. And yet my DNA is no doubt significant to me, or at least I don’t question it. As would be someone who actually did understand it. I don’t doubt the signficance since I know there exists more to know about DNA that I do not. This that assuredly exists, but I am ignorant of is one infallible source of proof for the significance I assign it.

But what of that which I am certain of no further certainty?

What of our dreams, Fortuna, or the existential questions I frequent. I wretle with them, yet know for certain that I am not able to understand them. I take further solace and equal certainty in knowing that there is no other person who understands them either. I doubt outright that we have capacity to understand them at all, ever. But I again take no second to think that these do not have significance.

Ideas beyond even collective, or even further, possible human comprehension, the things no one knows perhaps can ever know, cannot be without significance too. Right?

I see only your shadow, shadow self! Reveal yourself to us at once!