certainly no facticity, but nonetheless glimpses of reality. That is how it always is, though we struggle with simplistic kinds of certitude that do not reckon with the complexity of tradition that eludes certitude. These narrators understood, and so can we, that our truth always comes with scars. Last, the truth about ourselves and all of life is finally polyvalent, multi-faceted, and layered. How odd it is that the biblical text knows this best! Yet in the name of this very biblical text there