I imagine that there are things that time will never reveal. That there be things that are truly forgotten by all reckonings, that there be secrets never shared, and no one will dig them from the graves in which they lie. In the grand scheme of things, I believe that there will be to know a forgetting of things, just like there will be a remembering, and just as meaningful — when you can put things behind you and think of them no more. We do not need to fret over every little happenstance that ever flutters through us. We need not shine light on all the darkness that ever was. Some darkness, we will let it lie, and move on.