stand at those mountains of madness.
Stand on those cliffs.
Look upon those plains of wide expanse.
Look down at wind swept ruins,
at fields of plenty,
at corners as dark as pitch.
Find the path not yet set;
seek the way not found.
Travers the course through it all.
After looking long step back.
Breathe fresh.
Breathe the breath of LIFE.
Let the wind carry you,
but not too far.
Let your journey have not an ending,
but many beginnings.
Feel the lightness of your burden.
Examine the trail;
forward, behind, and all around.
Enjoy the trial:
Add light to the darkness.
Excavate the memories.
Harvest the bounty.
Walk often, run frequently,
and jump when all seems lost.
Find home at all in your travels.
Find the JOY in all;
ruin, field, and dark corner.
Know that darkness never lasts.
Know that most of the path is lit by twilight.
But, o weary traveler,
know this above all else:
Dawn is ever coming, ever growing,
and that this journey of LIFE
is but the beginning of all others.
The journey is but prelude,
but prologue to this:
The greatest ADVENTURE ever lived.
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