The likely outcome was obvious, and obviously ignored. The result held with surprise, foolish as it was. Where was the win?

This is different. Not worse or better, just different. An ebb and flow.

A farmer that moves each season misses the harvest. Searching seems easier than becoming. Yet it yields no fruit.

I’ve learned about you. And now, I get to know you. There is no end.

It’s a valiant attempt to prop something up on its own two feet. Most often it looks a bit like the leaning tower of Pisa. The pursuit of ortho.