With nothing being said but the quiet knowledge of all capable of this kind of thought and delicious yet horrid fear, with the acceptance of the most improvable yet undeniably calculable fact that everything great and worthy of praise that can be done by humankind during their universally measurable brief stay upon this celestial orb has already been accomplished coupled with the growing vastness of the population of those able to imagine and possibly conquer such achievements compared to the reversibly exponential numbers of the thinking living who strove to do such thus making the simple odds of being among the last few to stand aloft upon the pillar of glory remarkably complex, those of keen mind breathing the air of today and forward the air of each day moving in the non-existent but inescapable prison of time seek to numb and dumb those very minds that could and may create or discover the wondrous tumult of knowledge and achievement in the fear of the day when the beat ceases and possibility ends.