Maybe the flesh wants too many answers. It wants to categorize and compartmentalize and get all things in order. Systematic, neat, tidy answers. Squares, boxes. (Someone once said, “The straight line belongs to man, the crooked line to God.” Take a walk in the woods or mountains and you’ll see how true this is.)
And that’s the problem. Not that we cannot see a solution, but many of us can’t even see a problem.