It's been said that behind every great man is a Tenzing Norgay. Behind me are ten.

Many try to scratch the itch of ambition with the satisfaction of goals which can actually be achieved.

Walking on the moon.
Discovering non-carbon-based life.
Falling in love and drowning there.
President of the World?

Contrary to the social norms and conventions which traditionally define success, I look to Sisyphus. That guy (albeit involuntarily) attempted to do the impossible. That smarts of the kind of irrational optimism this world desperately craves.

So, too, will I. I will hike my desk. A infinite number of miles over a finite (working) lifetime. Each mile down a mile no closer to the goal.

But I'll do it.

Because it's there.