I find a distinct difference between what I can conceive and what I can achieve. The difference is at the heart of human futility. Indeed, one might posit an evil God (and I do this only for the sake of theoretical exercise) who grants man the ability to conceive, far more than he can actually achieve. Somewhere in this gap is the root of much travail. We address it in different ways. We medicate our condition with work, with addictions, etc. We deny our condition by subscribing to some philosophy or theological magic. We forestall our condition, holding out in hope that we will ultimately bridge the gap.
I am man. This implies so much but it, by definition, suggests my insipient state. What should a man do? Ignore this torturous gap? Seek to justify it? Seek at least to explain it? Much of philosophy and all of theology is projected into this impossible void.