All the stairs that I am to climb, all the pauses around the Sun that I am to make, all the times that I am to turn around and look how far I've come, won't sum the feeling of realization, that I've climbed to come some place I didn't know of, that the place itself will be in ruins one day, that those moments of pause I caught myself in, even I, myself didn't know how to embrace in full (is there less then "full" ?) and that in the end, in the very end, I am to face my own humility of my own trials to get to fulfillment I didn't understand much of, but thought i did all this time, arrogantly. In this humility, I realize, of my constant striving towards no place, no thing, no wish.
Humility as the point of me.
