A conversation from last July:
person A: You know, I used to think there was an ocean full of options. And then, as I got older, I realized it was more like a large lake. Maybe Lake Ontario...there's still a lot of selection, but not exactly an ocean's worth.
person B: And then one day, you eliminate another realm of options, and you realize it's actually more like a little camping lake.
person C: And then a little while later, you know yourself better and you realize it's more like a backyard pond. There are a few fish that fit you, but not that many.
person B: And then it becomes a bathtub-sized puddle.
person A: And then you realize it's a fishbowl, and there's really only one fish for you. And he's just swimming around, and around, and around, oblivious to everything except his happy little bowl.