Wir lassen nie vom Suchen ab, und doch, am Ende allen unseren Suchens, sind wir am Ausgangspunkt zuruck und werden diesen Ort zum ersten Mal erlassen.
- TS Eliot, Little Gidding, No. 4 of 'Four Quartets'

I wonder whether the answers we're searching for are the ones that have been staring us in the face the entire time, the ones we first explored days, weeks, months or years ago, but never understood them because they're the ones that are the simplest.

Instead, we struggle and search and continue in the hunt in the belief that the simple thing or answer or whatever it may be can't be right simply because it's simple.

When on the verge of maturity, Hercules was faced with a choice between the two paths branching off the one track. Pleasure, who promised instant gratification of all the desires in life (I guess you could compare it to following the Cyrenaic or Epicurian schools of philosophy), vs Virtue, who promised an upstanding life ending in immortality (think of Aristotle's position on such matters). Hercules chooses Virtue.

Obviously we all get to choose which way we'll go when we get to that point of making such choices in life.

But once you choose the path, what about the million other little potential paths that branch from it? And do you find that the ultimately lead you back to the beginning once more, where you finally understand and "know" it for the first time?