Many loves are obsessions, many needs are wants drawn out, many desires are orders dressed up as cures to a disease nobody has. The trick of want is to make sure the end scenario is never examined and that the exact ground is always unsure. Colorful language, pretty dresses and nice suits, leading glances, and amorphous beautiful fantasies all welcome an unknown end so it can fly on winds of wonder. But what we want, much like what we fear, can often be just a seeking and not a destination. The person we want to be in love with or in bed with, the degree or job we want so badly can be flaunted and teased to us so we think it is out of reach but on occasion destined for us. Trained without fruitful stepping is joking to be assumed a total harvest at last step.