No matter how carefully you think about it, you can't get any closer to it. You can't get any closer to it because you are already too close, so close that you completely coincide with it. But you have no idea of what it is, or of how it is. If you try getting further away from it you fly so far and so fast that can't even sense it any more, you lose it in a fraction of an instant, and yet you haven't moved an inch. You are lost in a maze of whats that promise to lead you to in to it but only circle endlessly around. You're so tired of the chase and you'd gladly give up looking but it won't let you go. It was there at the first and it promises to be there at the last, wearing the same enigmatic smile. It is unfailingly persistent, it might be the only real thing. You wonder if it cares, if it can care. Why does it all depend on you, who have so little to bring to the party? You burned up all your fuel and now you're burning up the ashes, and you're still not warm, not even close.