Billy.

Jack.

Smart boys.  Able to understand much.  Bound to be successful at most things in life, but not in the one thing all humans try and fail - looking over the lonely country we call death and grasping what they see.

Two boys still young enough to climb a tree.  Taking in the view every man, woman, or person must take in at some point in their life.  Forming a question that will never be answered.  Not by a poet.  Not by a pastor.  Not by a physician.  Not by a prayer.

How is it the knots that moor us here feel so tight yet slip so easily?