an odd set of titles

well, every time a title prospect comes up, it seems as valid as the one preceding.
such titles;
how high can one grasp?
familiarity
was it ever meant to be?
it was never meant to be.
among others, to convey multiple meanings, multiple ideas, stresses, emotions, well one should understand.
also, this is out of place. an abstarct reality, not one of virtuality. involving, dare i say, real people. these, including myself.
this contributes, naturally, to the incomprehensible nature of it also.

an image: you, being me, are fired from a canon, launched vertically into the sky as it appears; blue. well, why? to reach as high as you can of course. to attain that which you can attain.
so, at such high velocity you should be able to reach as high as is possible. set your goal in your sights, aspire to anything and it is reasonable.
there! there it is. a small redness, stark against the sky, glimpsed in the crooks of your outstretched fingers.
you follow? for this example, you are higher than normal, reaching for something. something like a heart.
before you know it, and long before you can begin to understand it, something has laid hold to you, pulling you back from your goal. was it too lofty to begin with? well, as this ethereal hand is pulling you down, pulling at your insides, you naturally feel this sinking feeling. such canons were never meant to give such hope; they will surely still be there when the ground looms, rushes up, and catches you in its unyeilding embrace. will you survive? hah. unlikely, to say the least.
so, you look back, or, back up rather. your fingers curling; as if they still wanted to grasp the thing, and all that stuff. and there is a redness on your fingers, almost as if you did indeed touch it!
it was close, but you've realised it was never within reach, you couldn't have grasped it from the moment you left the ground. on account of you? maybe it was too high, and naught to do with you.
so, what happens next? naturally you hit the ground. you aren't quite dead. not on the outside at least. will you ever hop back into the muzzle of the canons to try again? they are close enough beside you; after all that, you barely moved. barely moved from where you were first fired. but the canons are behind you. to stay? or will you go back and try again?

don't make me the one to answer this. i yet cannot.

sure, so this is an allegory, none of that virtuality stuff. its all quite weird anyway. too false to be learned from. so what is the lesson? what is the symbolism.
reality relates to what is real. it relates to life. the shades of gray, the how, the processes. a method to get you from point A to point B, whether in a physical sense or a logical process, or whatever. its about love, in essence, as love is the essence. in general. the direct article shows that it is at least the most important essence, at most the only essence.

what say you? now with other plagues on the mind, i must leave. i bid thee all...