View from the North 40: Paradoxically, it makes sense

Some things in life just make sense - maybe not at first, but eventually you know enough or you stumble into some information or you just get lucky, like the half-finished puzzle, which you've been struggling to assemble without the picture, and all its loose pieces fall onto the floor in such a manner that the puzzle is completely assembled. Ta-dah! And you look at the assembled puzzle image like, "Oh, yeah. Huh. That makes sense."

(As a side note, yes, I understand that this is a weak analogy because in reality we'd all be yelling, "Holy schnikies! Did you see that? Were you recording?"...