Plural Blue in Third Person

Once he was diagnosed he understood the arc of his existence for the first time in his his life.  With the benefit of hindsight he coupled the diagnosis with his character according to the law of dialectical materialism.  He, too, attached the myriad situational facts, or at least the ones implanted so violently into his memory, to the algorithm.  The die was cast. The result?  Understanding.  Alas he understood his station in life and even why he bemoaned it so, especially now that he was deeply within the middle age of his life.  Aside from deleting hundreds of question marks from his chronicle, he also realized that with understanding comes wisdom -- a place he'd dropped anchor.  Realizing this, he automatically faded back to that familiar plural blue, but only for a Pavlovian moment.  This new knowledge and wisdom increased his longevity, but unfortunately that increased his suffering, too.  Ecclesiastes nailed it when he, the Preacher, declared that great sorrow and vexation of spirit shadows great wisdom and knowledge.  Indeed, Preacher.