There’s a man on the top of the hill and it’s been so long since he got there that he can’t remember anything else about anything else except being there.
There’s a man at the bottom looking up, wondering what’s up there, wondering if moving onto higher heights of perspective will really be worth all the effort.
There’s a woman in the aether somewhere for both of them, and they’re pining for her. Love raises them up. Love drives them down. Love turns their guts around. Love sets them off to the highest bliss.
And nothing else really seems to matter.