I knew about parenting until I had children. I knew about divorce until I got one. I knew about suicide until three of my closest friends took their lives in the same year. I knew about the death of a child until my child died. I'm not as impressed with answers as once I was.
Answers seem so pallid, sucked dry and void of life.
Knowing answers seduces us into making pronouncements. But, when we get shoved into the valley of our shadow, a pronouncement is the last thing we want. More important and satisfying than answers is the Answerer. There may or may not be answers, but the Eternal One would like very much to be our companion. We know that men are not quite as adept at fashion as women.