I fear that the end goal
moves at a speed that surpasses our efforts infinitely.
Like the tortoise and the hare,
the tortoise will never be caught up to,
only lapped.
Likewise for the tortoise,
it is unable to reach the hare,
it serves only to be passed.
The speed at which our end goal moves past us
is entirely circumstantial,
similar to the tortoise and the hare.
We take ten steps towards our goal
and it has somehow managed to
already reach the first bend.
Saw we take another ten steps,
and physics will tell us again that our goal has reached the second straight while we have just come to the first bend.
And so the cycle continues,
a wheel of "unreality"
and yet I stay on the track even with this knowledge.
It's comfortable here,
I will admit.
And short term this is suited.
But my legs are beginning to hurt and
I've never been much of a runner.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
I fear that the end goal
moves at a speed that surpasses our efforts infinitely.
Like the tortoise and the hare,
the tortoise will never be caught up to,
only lapped.
Likewise for the tortoise,
it is unable to reach the hare,
it serves only to be passed.
The speed at which our end goal moves past us
is entirely circumstantial,
similar to the tortoise and the hare.
We take ten steps towards our goal
and it has somehow managed to
already reach the first bend.
Saw we take another ten steps,
and physics will tell us again that our goal has reached the second straight while we have just come to the first bend.
And so the cycle continues,
a wheel of "unreality"
and yet I stay on the track even with this knowledge.
It's comfortable here,
I will admit.
And short term this is suited.
But my legs are beginning to hurt and
I've never been much of a runner.
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