Move

I am forever on the great stairway that leads up to the world. On that infinitely wide and open stairway i clamber about, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes on the right, sometimes on the left, always in motion. But when i soar up with a supreme effort and can see the gate shining above me, i wake up on my old boat, still forlornly stranded in some earthly sea.
W. G. Sebald