I don’t know what I’m exploring. If I go through here, will I be exploring, even though I know what’s there? Am I exploring when treading the same paths? Possible corners and crevices make me want to, but I don’t know whether they exist anymore. So many times I’ve been over them. Searching for what? An answer. I saw a glimmer of an answer the first time I went. Brightness. The brightness gradually turned to dimness, but I can see the shadow of that brightness. I remember how it felt.
Is that it? I was on the periphery of a discovery, an exalting feeling, a connection to the sublime.