The flow of life, day after day, year after year in the picture is like scattered strokes. Up close you see every movement, every stroke, and only from afar your gaze covers the entire composition of the work. Likewise, when a person is close to us, we do not always see his entire image and understand his beauty and uniqueness, and only from the distance of separation and the passing of years do we understand the full depth of his universe and the integrity of his character.