The painted boat is punted in to where the flowers are thick. Fragrance floats round golden cups, Mist and rain are so, so fine, In a snatch of pipes and song I drunkenly return - Ouyang Xiu they certainly don't understand the thickness of the forest, the depth of the coffin. if only they could see it they will know that you couldn't even move an inch.
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)