What Is, is, what Was, was, but what is To Be, may be otherwise. - Tanith Lee

Anyhow, I arrived, and I did feel pretty weird, actually, as if I’d left something behind. My head or something.

I found a glimmering brown skull in the snow. I could not tell if it was mortal or god, and there seemed a sobering moral in that.

There is, too, a sort of relief in admitting defeat. Struggling to drag a mountain from my path, acknowledging at last the mountain would remain, lying down beneath the mountain, thankful for the shade of it.