They say things happen for a reason. But that reason might not always be clear. In time, with faith, the meaning may emerge. What was, what is, what shall be. Pieces of a puzzle, falling into place. — Gary Hobson’s Ending Monologe, Early Edition “The Quality of Mercy”
“The quality of mercy is not strain’d.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.”
William Shakespeare, “Merchant of Venice” (IV, I, 184-186)