It is necessary for me to expound on my last flickering post upon which final edit settled on a cryptic note.  <br><br>I was trying to get at a new idea with old metaphors.  Here is the best I can do by way of elucidation. It is my feeling that puzzlement is always part of a complex answer, which is not to be confused with the finitude of disappointment.  <br><br>Suppose you have a bowl of ice cream.  You sit down, watch a movie, and destroy your dessert 🍨 within minutes.  This leaves you unsatisfied, but not confused.  You get why the ice cream is gone; you simply want more.  On the other hand, if you prepared a bowl of ice cream, ate two spoons of it, and paused your movie for a bathroom break, you're full expectation is to return to your bowl of ice cream.  However, what if it were gone.  This would assuredly induce perplexity, which is itself a certain kind of evidence.  Your understanding of material consistency through time compells you to investigation.  That is part of the answer(things don't just dissappear). Dissatisfaction is just lingering memories of fleeting pleasure or the grimace of an unmet desire.  It is in this puzzlement that you are justified in claiming a quarter of your prize.  Could we postulate the same continuity of meaning?  Even past the grave?  The unsettling feeling is more than a clue, it the shape of the answer.  How could this marvelous ride end in a moment with nothing to speak of?  What is that unnerving feeling but a glorious promp to seek verity.   Ever leave your house only to FEEL like you forgot something.  Something is amiss.  You may feel lighter.  Uh, it is a book bag!  It is now up to you to fetch the reason why the finality of death make you feel light.  Have you forgotten something from the house?