Symbols, sigils, riddles, analogies, interpretations, and virtual insanity.
So much distance there was, but it contracted. More than halfway to the moon, and when a landing is made, it is a remote atoll. A boat is made, but goes in the wrong direction. Wrong hemisphere in both regards. Must find right location on foot, through weather vile, landscape deadly, and inhabitants deadlier. How many years to go from south to north, and cross the East to get to the West?
Eventually destination was reached, but still there was the final passage. A chasm to be crossed that was so deep that it would not be considered to build a bridge, not that tools were available; yet the land moved. The chasm narrowed. Destiny was in view, but could not be reached. . .for now. So near, yet so far. So painful to know.
Then one day, it can almost be touched. Weeks later, fingertips touch. Months later, hands overlap completely, but that is all. How much longer for the two to become one and repair what has been made wrong in the most direct way?
