The daunting parade of nothingness. Sought after but never captured. Named, but never accurately. The eternal mystery, A muse. A ruse?
Providing an ephemeral off-ramp to the unknown.
Unimaginable. Misunderstood. Hidden . . . deep.
Failure is possible in its pursuit.
But the pleasures received just because of the immensity of the attempt is its own reward. Exploring a matrix of sublime wisdom on streets of your dreams . . . will not expand your horizons . . .
it will enable you to pole vault over them.