We are not just aiming creatures, but also changing creatures Ever moving steadily offwards Acting only when we want to be, or time compels us to be more Some think, some feel, some find their way in the formidable dark Some ponder and abhor the sight But creatures we are nonetheless, in ever undoubted outline Stark is our contrast Night is our eyesight And burning is our ambition bright
An observation with a flicker. Like a candle shedding light. I'm a big JBP fan. But this also seems true to me personally. That we don't just aim at things, but that we adjust our aim based on many things over time.