Majestic and supreme. Regal and omniscient. Sometimes unattainable but mostly a blocked path. Goals are like that sometimes. Do we look up from the bottom and stare at the monumental obstruction, paralyzed by fear? Do we leap into the unknown with no forethought? No plan or path to follow. Possibly falling endlessly. Do we trudge along with baby steps and slowly make our way to the top using small indentations and footholds to grab onto? Perhaps, we simply use a grappling hook and cheat our way to the top. Once at the top, what do we do to stay there?
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