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It is the . We can observe the echoes of its hatching as the from the Big Bang. Eventually it will grow larger than the itself, at which point everything will collapse into a new and be reborn in another unimaginable blast of fire and fury. The myth reflects our ancestors' dim understanding of this cosmic truth.

A fairly recent aerial shot of Denver and the Front Range. Yes, I'm old enough to say things like "I remember when half of this was farmland!" My mountains (I'm old enough to say that too) are increasingly crowded, and the city has drastically outgrown its infrastructure. I'm a bit *too* old to enjoy the constant surge of people the way I used to: I've been a city boy all my life, but lately I find myself craving quiet.

With all that said, I surely do love this place. My mountains, my city, my street, my block. Home.

Last time I got , the clerk looked at my and said in shock, "You're older than my *dad*!"

"Clean living," I replied, and walked out with my goods.

All too often, when I finally do learn what happened to them, it's permanent. I know this will only get worse as the years go by.

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