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.