There is not much to be said of what final events may transpire
through the infinity of possibilities, there is naught to ponder
We are simply marching ever forward in the time stream, hoping to find meaning where there might not be any
I am one such soul trapped by the limits of humanity and the constraints of mortal existence
But I shan't be tempted to resolve all such shackles in a feat of submission
No, instead we will rise beyond our circumstances, and become something more, more than what was ever thought possible
There is humility in accepting our fates, but there is shame in seeking no greater challenge
What fate can there be for man but the embrace of death and a lingering question of what impact their footprints leave
Legends are not born of dying in infamy
But living in substance
