Self Reflection on Words Shared and Unshared

It is so strange- so many times I feel like something new comes to mind when I read my old posts, like I suddenly gain an insight I had written, but also had not registered at the time.  For example I am now seeing the realm crafting which is so on the surface in Psalm 108, and seeing how it can be paired in an amazing way, with each "location" and resulting item shifted, such that two can walk together and not compete or feel animosity. I also see how that was already my response, speaking in terms of harmony, though I had not fully registered why these things specifically came to mind.

Additionally I'm realizing how many things are in my personal conversations, important pieces to the puzzle, that were just further explanations of a post, or other conversations I have had with my friends who are willing to listen to these things presently, and at length (shout-out to these friends!). The same is true of another friend and my conversations. It is like despite the abundance of words made public here, and with no intention to hide these additional details, still so much is obfuscated, even from those I speak closely with. It makes me wonder if a man can ever be truly known in full.

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