A Sweet Straight Song of Sorrow

You go as far as you can by whatever means necessary, as sensibly as you can while the opportunity to do so remains. For soon there will be neither time nor ability, and your opportunities in the universe will have expired.

Structure mostly holds by known means, but inevitably fails. While you explore, you try to hold your craft together as long as you can so you can get where you need to go. Maps only show you notes of where others went.

You move purposefully without undue delay. Being dragged into a pointless complicated excursion literally takes a piece of your life away, squandering it on nonsense rather than attaining a goal.

Few will understand how the same soul tempts recklessness to accommodate worthy fits and while applying brutal austerity to reject what needlessly exhausts. One spends themselves lavishly on prospects and starves fools, a mark of good taste and cosmic justice.

No one else can or will do it. Choose wisely.