Plots resolve; lives evolve.

When we live incomplete, we die unfinished.

All fiction’s falls solved; real lives, unresolved.

What we can’t resolve, we may mine, crush and smelt.

Why’s” are like rain drops; they formed in cloudy skies.

Many “what’s” are uncracked nuts.

Unfinished — undiminished.

Feats like repeats.

A life of discordant notes may with some ending chords resolve.

With resolve, remand the unsolved.

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