is learning so much everyday
about how little she really knows.
A friend told me this poem reminded her of me. I'm the (wo)man pursuing the horizon.
Stephen Crane
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -- "
"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.