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{{a|myth|[[File:Ironmountain1.jpg|thumb|center|400px|<small>''And they will open the rear gates to the Citadel and they will cast you out. And they will give unto you your cardboard box. And you will be nameless. And you will have no future. And you will have no past. And you will be as barren as the dirt upon the badlands of the Earth.''</small> St. Pimco, 14:1-2.]]}}{{Quote|You can’t run away forever, but there’s nothing wrong with getting a good head start.
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''You can’t run away forever, <br>
''But there’s nothing wrong with getting a good head start.
:— Steinman J in {{casenote|Bad|Goode}}}}
:— Steinman J in {{casenote|Bad|Goode}}}}
Ahh, the good old days, when the [[abyss]] stared resolutely back into you.
We are storytellers by nature: we are compelled to draw our foundational myths. They tell us wherefrom we have come, and whereto we are going. The Norse had Valhalla. [[Toto]] had [[Olympus]].<ref>Kansas, shurely? — Ed.</ref> Middle Earth had Mount Doom. The fallen warriors of the financial sector have the Iron Mountain.


===In market mythology===
===In market mythology===
It is your destiny. It is your final [[entropic]] repose. However youthful, beautiful, exuberant or ambitious you are; however wild your dreams, however impregnable your business case, however ingenious your pitch: the Iron Mountain draws nearer. Time’s arrow hurtles toward it, drawn by its irresistible gravity. The cosmos may enlarge, but the individual hanks of space-tedium fabric on which we each ply our benighted trade twist, and desiccate, and curl at the edges, such that every one of us converges.  
It is your destiny. It is your final [[entropic]] repose. However youthful, beautiful, exuberant or ambitious you are; however wild your dreams, however impregnable your business case, however ingenious your pitch: the Iron Mountain draws you in. Gradually, incrementally, imperceptibly — but definitely. Time’s arrow hurtles toward it, drawn by its irresistible gravity.  


Eventually, they will come for you. You will not know when, or where, or why, but you will know it when they come. They will collect your worldly things, your precious baubles— every last remnant of your time — and they will consign it to a meagre casket. It will not bear your name because, by then, ''[[Goldstein|you won’t have one]]''. It will instead bear your final destiny: the last, common, resting place for all mortal souls; the infinite, inertial lock: the Iron Mountain.  
The Cosmos may enlarge, but the individual hanks of [[space-tedium]] on which we ply our benighted trade twist, desiccate and curl at the edges, such that every one of us converges. The Iron Mountain is the navel of the world; the ''axis mundi''; the ''omphalos''.
 
Eventually, it will come for you. You will not know when, where or why, but you will know it when it does. You will collect your worldly things, your precious baubles— every last remnant of your existence — and consign it to a [[Iron Mountain box|meagre casket]]. It will not bear your name by then, ''[[Goldstein|you won’t have one]]'' — simply your final destiny: the last, common, resting place for all mortal souls; the infinite, inertial lock: the [[singularity]] to which all corners of the [[space-tedium continuum]] buckle, fold and funnel the lost [[Children of the Forest]]:
 
The Iron Mountain.  


===In the scriptures===
===In the scriptures===
 
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For it is written, in St. Pimco’s letter to the Hypocrites:
For it is written, in St. Pimco’s letter to the Hypocrites:


{{quote|{{font|garamond}}<sup>1</sup> And they will open the rear gates to the Citadel and they will cast you out. And they will give unto you your cardboard box. <br><sup>2</sup> And you will be nameless. And you will have no future. And you will have no past. And you will be as barren as the dirt upon the badlands of the Earth. <br><sup>3</sup> And they will fireth not their cannons. And they will singeth not their lamentations. For they will acknowledgeth not your time on Earth. <br><sup>4</sup> And they will wipe the record clean of you. And expunge you utterly: your saintly works; the temples you built; the monuments you erected: all that was great, and all that was okay, and the whole massèd hoarde of drivel that was mediocre. It it shall be you. And they will destroy those vain memorials to your greatness: they will tear them, brick from brick, until nothing beside remains but moulding rubble strewn across a salted wasteland. <br><sup>5</sup> And your legacy shall be the atoms: the dust that blows, the silt that accretes, the dunes that form from the anonymised dust of countless forsaken souls like yours. <br><sup>6</sup> For it is written: The Iron Mountain shall be the place from which no mortal soul returns. <br><sup>7</sup> We are but dust.}}
{{quote|{{font|garamond}}<sup>1</sup> And they will open the rear gates to the Citadel and they will cast you out. And they will give unto you your cardboard box. <br><sup>2</sup> And you will be nameless. And you will have no future. And you will have no past. And you will be as barren as the dirt upon the badlands of the Earth. <br><sup>3</sup> And they will fireth not their cannons. And they will singeth not their lamentations. For they will acknowledgeth not your time on Earth. <br><sup>4</sup> And they will wipe the record clean of you. And expunge you utterly: your saintly works; the temples you built; the monuments you erected: all of yours that was great, all that was okay, and the whole massèd horde that was drivel. You shall be that massèd horde, and it shall be you, for it is thine handmaiden of dreck. And they will destroy those vain memorials to your works: they will tear them, brick from brick, until nothing beside remains but moulding rubble strewn across a salted wasteland. <br><sup>5</sup> And your legacy shall be the atoms: the dust that blows, the silt that accretes, the dunes that form from the anonymised powder of countless forsaken souls like yours. <br><sup>6</sup> For it is written: The Iron Mountain shall be the place from which no mortal soul returns, and nothing worthwhile remains. <br><sup>7</sup> We are but dust.}}


===Physical description===
===Physical description===
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*[[Global financial crisis]]
*[[Global financial crisis]]
*[[Beyond Good and Evil: Prelude to a Philosophy of the Future]]
*[[Beyond Good and Evil: Prelude to a Philosophy of the Future]]
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