Wisdom is not for knowing but for understanding.
Jen represented hope; and hope, she instinctively knew, would always be shadowed with pain, just as her despair, now, in the niche behind the tapestry, was shadowed with something like opposite of pain--a numbed uncaring, an acceptance of the thrall of death, almost a fervent wish for it.
It had no end and therefore no beginning, yet it progressed. Thus it was timeless, infinitely present and so could be taken to be a representation of time, which cannot be pictured by those who imagine themselves linear subjects to it.
