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.
