It’s the impossibility that keeps us going. That certain buoyant thought that lurks along an offer. The thought of fame, the hope of love, the fantasy bestowed upon a realist. We take that step, that risk, that impossible impossibility. Then empty handed we sulk back. Another proposition still lounging on the horizon. We think we'll live long enough. There's time for one more attempt.
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