The world seems to go on forever, doesn’t it? And we’re always asking, “what’s over the next hill? And beyond that?” And some day – a long way away, we hope – we know we won’t be able to chase down those answer anymore, so while we’re young, we walk.

Oh, we’re not morbid, but time does what it does and we must respect that. Fighting it or worry about it is useless. Not everyone can wander the hills as we do, and many don’t want to, but we do, and we can, so we shall. Perhaps we will find a great new discovery, or perhaps we’ll find more grass. But at least we’ll know.