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===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.  
 
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, the Iron Mountain will come for you. You will not know when, or where, or why, but you will know it when it does. 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.  
Eventually, the Iron Mountain will come for you. You will not know when, or where, or why, but you will know it when it does. 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.  

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