A man stands before a wall. He must go forward. It stretches from horizon to horizon. It is only slightly taller than would be scalable by hand, the top tantalizingly within reach. The surface is opaque, and just beyond it it is the thing, whatever it is, that the man has wanted. It can not be gone around, destroyed, or blasted through. He has to scale this wall. He has to get over to the other side. The wealthy and the well connected approach doors in the wall and provide keys or bribes and pass through. The exceptionally talented vault, climb, and pull themselves over the wall with incredible work and effort - an effort that is invisible to everyone but them. People approach the wall - they call on mentors and friends on the other side to throw down ropes and ladders for them. They scale the wall and disappear to the other side. Climbers financed in great debt ascend to other side. The elderly and the older remark how much easier it was to scale the wall when they were younger, cheaper, closer handholds - and excoriate the man for failing to follow in their path. Broken and piecemeal tools lay around him - he must choose something to help get over the wall. There is no guarantee they will work, and it is likely they will backfire, putting him in a more precarious state than before. He must choose and act or be condemned to stand before the wall, watching others sail, climb, and pass over it leaving him abandoned. A man stands before a wall. What does he do? What can he do?