I was watching a mystery TV show on the weekend, when the detective says, “So, apart from not having a who or a why or even a how, which gives us no when, we’re doing really well.”
The purpose of a mystery is to neatly and tidily answer all of those question. Mysteries make sense of the world by violating all the rules of the world we live in. Meanwhile, reality is full of questions that never get answered, or if they do, the answers don’t come by the end of an hour with a nice tidy result.