No one can find it. What is it we look for? Do we search for an end or is it the pursuit of the end? Picture yourself in a desert driving your favorite vehicle. It doesn't have to exist; it could even be that weird purple car that Dick Dastardly drives. I'm not picky.

Are you there? Do you see the sun glaring off the black, shimmering road, the distance swaying ahead of you in the heat distortion? Can you smell the stale, sandy air? That cloudless, powder-blue "Super Mario" sky? You need to go there right now. Because it's all you, this is your time. It's never too late, take what you want.