It is written and so shall be. That all things will come to an end. For if we have to go then it's all coming with us. Come hell and high water. It must be it must be. That on the far horizon. They're saddling up the horsemen. By candlelight by oil-light. By the light of computer screens. Hunched over tables and endless calculations. Then inscribed in beauty upon paper upon vellum. Engraved upon the stones. It must be it must be. That on the far horizon. They're saddling up the horsemen