Seek we, all.
Some do not know why the disquiet. Some have not yet learned the shape of the gap inside to fill.
Windswept plain, we huddle together. The storm plucks away our voices. How can we share under such conditions?
Face, smiling, hand, beckoning, arm, embracing.
There is no special virtue in having learned to find. And this is not the same as having found. We all seek.
Let me encourage desperate fellows.