The sands of time are enough to make the desert a destination. That’s the way they sell it on the righthand margins in their block ad. The Colorado or the Klondike, wherever you smell an extra terabyte, is where you ought to hurry up and get your ass over there, so as to finish the job, the “pan-and-funnel” process, and quickly return to the East, for the rest of your tenure.
That is, you must, at least, attempt return. Your efforts will take long enough, an eternity in probability. It’s no wonder that it makes no difference whether time flies or crawls. Regiment in containment. Walking the floor over you.
