Without some understanding of what caused an event, or where a person has come from, it’s hard to make much sense of anything or anybody.
That’s not to imply that anyone can collect all of the data, DNA, or background information that we need to answer all of our questions. As finite mortals we have to live much of our lives in the silence and humility of what God only knows.
Part of wisdom therefore is knowing who to trust and how to live and love in the balance of what can and cannot be known about the people, events, and shared stories of our lives.
Am guessing that two words and the thought that everything and everyone has a story are worth talking about. As for the pictures, I saw the above in the parking lot of a collision repair shop on my way from work on Friday, and decided to come back yesterday to help get out the message