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“Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.” T.E. Lawrence
What is your white whale?
I’m talking about something that becomes an inescapable vortex of time and space whenever it crosses your mind. Something that can instantly turns a five minute phone call into a two hour forum with a single off-handed comment. Something you want so bad that you’ve knowingly downloaded weird files from dark corners of the internet for the improbable chance they might actually end your long and arduous search for it.
Do you have one of those?
What are you supposed to do when you finally catch it?
I’ve been attempting to answer this question for the past week.