There's nothing to get,
there's nothing to figure out.
How
curiously
human
it is to belie the fact that a)
this is it,
and b)
there's nothing to get.
All our assumptions that there's some other "it" (other than this), and
all our attempts to figure it all out,
fly
in
the face
of
"This is it -
there's nothing to get.".
Often, it's the
simplest
things that are hardest to accept. We so want there to be something
else. But I'm
sorry,
in this case (ie especially in this case) the emperor
simplyisn't wearing any clothes.