I know of those places, windows unopened, voids unfilled. Perhaps they are a sign of the depth of our souls. Always something deeper waiting to be discovered, revealed, opened and known; a hunger, never satiated or satisfied, a feast always just about to begin. That first delectable bite or kiss just moments away. Taunted and teased, forever reaching and never grasping; my reach always short of my dreams and desires.
Yes, Phineas, I know your plight and what price you paid for having angered the gods. Only somewhere, somehow I have forgotten my transgressions and will forever pay the penalty.