Addendum

A man - Jack- lived in a prison cell with only one small, barred window for 30 years. Every morning he would wake up, go to the window and see the barren ground. His sentence ended and he left the place a much older but barely wiser man. A new man - Darren - took his place as is prone to do in state sponsored hotels, sorry, prisons. Every day Darren wakes up, goes to the window and takes in the sky.

What I'm trying to say is that I should have mentioned the stars and the icebergs.

We live in the frisky way galaxy in the middle of a universe. Note the conspicuously placed "a" over "the". Yes, I'm a multiverse kind of guy. But I was talking about my own little vessel last time we were here.

The ship's stores are full of rum and biscuits and there's a gold doubloon nailed to the mast as a reward for the first man to spot the big white whale. But it's nighttime now and I also enjoy stargazing.

So women:

These are immutable, always there but far enough not to be a crew member. Close enough so that I can name a few of them and know them by their group of friends - call it Orion's belt or just a clique. Call one of them or all of them Polaris for they are inevitably of the same mold. Bright, attractive in brain and body and the sweetest hug(Z) ever but you can't reach the stars. If Pip learned anything from Dicken's poorly masked metaphor is that you can reach Estella. Mostly because the sweet taste of friendship has no place when there are too many separating factors between you and the world.

As for Icebergs? You see them and you crash. And they let go.
I've been fortunate enough not to have met one yet.

A votre sante!