All it is to be

The aesthetic of Plato's forms entices me.
The infinite beauty of the impossible.
The temptation of the unobtainable.
The search for perfection, always known and yet unknowable,
sensed but untouchable.
Always there, but never exists.
All that can be, it is.
All that it is to be, all that could be.
The end that justifies all means.
All that we hope for.
Hope itself.