The pull of Utopia beckons the good will of Man, but upon arrival at the gates of dawn, elusive stagnation of existence.
A cat looses focus of the game should the laser refuse to play, throwing the world back from whence it quested and longed.
Like so, the life of the trapeze artist, mesmerizing in her ability to walk the line, above it all, absolving her knowledge of the catch-all net below.
All-being, spotlight shone and centered, yet simultaneously nothing, a show, drifting without purpose for the pure sake of amusement. Isn't it all so amusing? Isn't it all so laughably trivial and wonderful?