They say it’s the limit despite its existence being an old wive’s tale. It’s always

in view yet perpetually unreachable. I don’t know why you’d ever need gardening tools

up there but i guess that’s the point. There’s nothing holding you back and yet

there’s no way forward. I can work around anything if I try hard enough. Maybe I could be a moonraker,

cleaning the ground as if it mattered, working my way through one obfuscation after another.

In any case, my own path will be decided in ways beyond anyone’s comprehension. Perhaps that’s the biggest reward of them all.