The End

So theres this thing about mortality. We die. What we do comes to an end and things are kind of cut off prematurely. It's the nature of living in a world with endings. Inevitably things stop, and they may never have reached the point that we wished they had. I don't know what the future holds, but bearing in mind that this may very well be the first and final post here, I think it best to finish on a complete note. In other words I have no intention or need for a sequal. Necesarily this is a blog and it is desighned for multiple entries, but how many blogs lie abondoned and forgotten in the nooks and crannies of cyberspace. A goodly few I'm certain. So in understanding of the likelyhood that this will be the only missive ever cast upon this small and as yet uninhabited island I'll explain it's existance. Atlas is the Titan who Zeus cursed to hold up the sky. Often given the term of bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders. I appreciate the anology becuase we all have our burdens to bear. His curse is what defined him. Thats not so uncommen. Our burdens are what make us stronger, and we have to be willing to carry them, for our sake and others. Atlas' curse was eternal, and that applies because we have to fight every day, becuase theres always another challenge and hill to cimb and we can't scimp out on it. Any way thats all;.