It seems that I am always chasing one thing, and being chased by another. It is always in sight, both ways… just barely out of my reach… just barely staying out of its reach.

How is it that I can never catch it, and still I am never caught? It seems to be a vicious circle…

We must all be standing still. That is the only explanation.

For if I am chasing something but don’t catch it, then it must be faster than I. And if I am being chased but am never caught, than it must be slower than I. Thus, they both would be moving farther and farther away.

But if both are always in sight, than they cannot be moving farther away.

This is where logic contradicts logic, and I become frustrated, for if we are all standing still, than I must not be chasing anything at all, and I must not be being chased.

I must be just gazing longingly at what I want.

I must be needlessly fearing what is not there.

...Sometimes, I don’t like logic.