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.

As soon as I stood up I couldn’t see. I know too much and yet nothing. I couldn’t stand.

Unsure of the lore. Forgetful of the plot. Who was he?