It All Comes Down To This

Every year, it all comes down to this, that one's life and its accomplishments and decorations are reified into a single number. That number, no longer satisfied to be half a right angle or the answer to life, the universe, and everything plus three, is the refined prism-exudation of enlightenment. Or so it seems.

It is only the beginning, young Jedi Wyverns. If you truly believed, as your forerunners did, that the best is yet to be, you would not be so focused on just this one point of the present, soon past and forgotten.

But that is life, nor are we out of it. For where it is, there we must ever be. Sorry, Kit.