@circustiger Yes. Instead of profits, or orgasms, or gold stars, or cookies, as delightful as they maybe, it has always been the continued possibility of so much more that remains primally, permanently, proximate for me. Carson’s book Finite and Infinite Games is about this. The sadness of being dismissed as equivocating, or afraid, or some other moment mistaken for permanent, are almost completely occluded by the joy of being around afterwards to reflect on it, and allowing me perhaps a future of less apprehension, less fixation on the surface.