July 15, 1997 and Jonathan is 17 as he writes this poem

Across the Horizon
by Jonathan Kraft

Across the horizon
I saw a man running.
He was chasing the tail
of something I could not discern.
The object began to head my direction
at such a pace that I knew the man
had no hope of ever catching it.
As the object jetted past me,
still indistinguishable due to its speed
and some other quality I did not understand,
I stopped the man.

I asked him,
“Do you know that you will never catch whatever this is that you are chasing?”
“Yes.” Was his reply.
“Then why do you continue your futile attempts to catch it?”

“My friend,” he responded, “I learn nothing by catching it. It is in
the chasing that I learn
all I need to know.”

And having finished with that,
he resumed his chase.