Sometimes, this shadowy figure: dark, mysterious, a little ominous,
hands you a box wrapped up so tight you could never quite figure out how to tackle its bindings.
That is, up until the moment someone somewhere says the right words, at the right moment, asking the right question, provoking the right answer.
A little something is revealed at that exact moment.
You shoot sky-high, to the zenith of your awareness in one crashing second.
You no longer have to try breaking that stupid box!
But, as with any other form of euphoria,
what goes up must come down.
After some time your revelation is meaningless -
It can no longer apply to the changes happening all around you.
This shadowy figure is relentless.
Another box is handed to you.
For now, it's frustration, puzzlement, effortful attempts
all. over. again.
Sigh, you can never have your fun.
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