why is it, I never can seem
to get on the same page?
why in all of life's intricacy
I am just before, or just that much too late?
am I destined to live in this never land?
if so the fates seem cruel
always just so close and yet as I reach,
as I close my hand to grasp
the vision is gone
and again I am wondering
Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!"
Herman Melville