Iron Mountain: Difference between revisions

Ahh, the good old days, when the [[abyss]] stared resolutely back into you. We have our foundational myths. They tell us wherefrom we have come, and whereto we are going.

 

The Norse Gods 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.

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.  

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.  

{{egg}}