Spiraling...
spiraling into the blackness, getting finer and finer more and
more accurate, homing in on the answer. The zoom adjusts
and
suddenly the spiral is as it was, forever curving inwards
like a
fractal. Does it have an end? Does it have a beginning?
Perhaps we just lose interest before we find it.
Perhaps it's not the end or the beginning
that's important, but the spiral.
The act of homing in.
The Journey.
TFD