Unattainable, impossible, inaccessible... There are things that will always be admirably looked at from the bottom up: beauty, maybe willpower, clear mind or spirituality. Everyone has its own top, which will never be subdued. It's too high. And most importantly, far. A man looks at her and it seems like it's the farthest point in the universe. And all his life in vain haunts this ghost of the ideal, in the fight against itself and the world, overcoming all obstacles, proving that he is worthy, and at times lowering his hands.
The irony is that the farthest point in the universe turns out to be one's own soul: abandoned, unloved and forgotten. Knowing true desires.