I was an explorer of infinity in search of absolute perfection. I would win, I would find it, or die trying. Now I see;
Perfection, I had it, I held it in the palms of my hands, and without me noticing, without being aware, it slipped through my fingers and was gone. It was years before I realized I had lost it, and only then that I realized I had had it.
So I’ll run, when I can, rest when I can’t and wait for that last grain of sand. I have no regrets.