Chasing horizons like a donkey chasing a hung carrot in front of its nose. Eventually that donkey will get the carrot and the chasing stops.
Can't kid a kidder, just as can't spook a ghost story teller. They been keeping up that old myth for years to a point they don't believe it themselves.
The wind finds its way in somewhere, that a turn for a new leaf will present itself. Even if it has to blow into an open window.
Buried treasure is not always gone from sight. Even if laid deep in the ground. It does eventually become a distant memory.
When so many nails have been hit on the head, how will know have hit the right one that makes sense of it all. Obviously the one that others are effected by it. As there is always a last nail in the coffin.
In the forest; observing from above like a watchman in a watchtower. However, their prying is not reassuring alone. So twice the watchman in another watchtower close by. Incase either misses seeing something important yet the other does. Clearly do not want to miss a single thing.
2 Peter Ch.1:V.15 " - Moreover I will endeavour that ye may be able after my decease to have these things always in remembrance."
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