Two more weeks, to sort out the family finances, fix the brakes on the 4X4, see a soccer game or two. Out to nowhere, to do nothing, to utter not a sound. To gaze upon a lucky soul, to bond with five other lonely ones. Mission begets mission. Success begets success.
Life goes on, self-reflection and soul searching become a regular routine.
To survive, long enough to propagate the continuance of the human species. To go to any higher level is to force one to believe we each have a divine reasoning. We are not gods, but men. We shed blood red and warm. We honor those gone before, and those who'll undoubtedly tread where we once tread.