It's unfortunate that in life we all desperately want comfort, but can only paradoxically achieve it through adversity.
There is a thin line between mystery and meaninglessness somewhere within ourselves and we are often tempted to cross that line, drawn deep by the riptide of the void.
Because inspiration is hidden somewhere in the marrow of the unknown, it takes courage to leave comfort and make the unknown known.
But we are once again led back to comfort, a feeling we must perpetually leave if we want to feel it again. Forever fiending for the ecstasy of eureka over and over. What a shame. What a gift.