Between Things in anticlimatic

I am having a hard time dealing with a fundamental truth tonight.
That first paradox we learned about in Logic class.
The “you can never get to the door” paradox.

I get it now. As it supposedly goes, you can never get to the door, because you have to walk half way there first. And then you have to walk half way again, with the remaining distance. For infinity, because you can always go “half way” with whatever distance is left.

Wow that’s dumb, I remember thinking. And it kind of is. Of course you can get to the door. But it’s not about the door.

You can never get to the man. You can never get to the woman. You can never get to the understanding that is right there in front of us.

Get to know a person well, and you’ve gotten half way to know them. Unpack a side of them they didn’t show you before, now you’ve made it half way again. Now more secrets, the ones they know. Now others, the ones they don’t. The more doors you open in a person, the more rooms are revealed with ever more doors inside of them.

We can never really get a grip on anything. At best, we are wandering through an understanding of life like we are navigating a fog with a dim flashlight- able to divine only what is right in front of us, only for a moment, and only the thinnest layer of it.