I do not sleep anymore...I lay awake and think of THE LAST FRONTIER

Whilst many of my contemporaries fret about calorie parameters, lithium batteries, and the pro/cons of compression socks...In contrast, As I prepare for the true EPIC that is the Alaskan Iditarod Trail Invitational, I find great comfort in re-reading Jack London short stories

"He did not complain. It was the way of life, and it was just. He had been born close to the earth, close to the earth had he lived, and the law thereof was not new to him. It was the law of all flesh. Nature was not kindly to the flesh. She had no concern for that concrete thing called the individual. Her interest lay in the species, the race. This was the deepest abstraction old Koskoosh's barbaric mind was capable of, but he grasped it firmly. He saw it exemplified in all life. The rise of the sap, the bursting greenness of the willow bud, the fall of the yellow leaf -- in this alone was told the whole history." From a short story by Jack London