Do you think humans use their full potential? he asks.
She shrugs her shoulders, I think you can't speak of human potential without considering desire. The capacity of potential is best measured in what one wants.
He bends down and picks up a fallen limb and then another. The yard is covered with the aftermath of the storm. She too begins gathering branches till neither grasp can hold another, walking to the wheelbarrow and adding to a pile which grows until it needs to be emptied at the end of the drive. They work in silence, a steady pace of gathering and placing the discard.
What do I want, she wonders for only a moment before she smiles and thinks, This.