Events sometimes look so far gone from one narrow point of view, that they seem concrete and immovable. Even set in stone, if you like. And then events turn unexpectedly, and that which one thought was set in stone, is found to be nothing more than love letters traced on a sandy beach right as the tide is coming in. Everything is swept away, the transgressions are erased, the foolishness is forgotten.
Alexandre Dumas said it best at the end of The Count of Monte Cristo
all human wisdom is contained in the words, 'wait and hope!'
THAT is truth.