See through?

Illness is temporary. It must be seen through.

Illusion is transitory. It must be seen through.

Illumination is terrific. We are frightened by it. And yet, without it not one thing is seen that must be seen through.

Still -- we are seeing through what is to be seen through. 

46 years after 1968

Drop, drop in our sleep, upon the heart sorrow falls, memory’s pain, and to us, though against our very will, even in our own despite, comes wisdom, by the awful grace of God.[3] 

(--in Edith Hamilton’s 1937 AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon 179-183)