The Hollow Men

By Brandon Thrash

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a wimper

The eve of any great adventure always has a bit of an oblivious nature to it. Even if everyone around you seems to know what you're in for, whether it be from adrenaline, or naivety, or conscious ignorance, I think when you get this close to something this big, it's hard for it to register. Like looking up El Capitan in Yosemite or down into the Grand Canyon, it's impossible for your mind to fathom the magnitude of the object that is before you. On the verge of the greatest physical and mental undertaking of life, I have no feelings besides tranquility.

Not to get too deep into poetry and bore you all on post #3 of this blog, but as T.S. Eliot alluded, we are but The Hollow Men looking upon Death's Kingdoms. Numb to all that he faces, both Heaven and Hell. I made this reference drunk at Justin's going away party the other night, and have demonstrated my stubbornness by putting it in this blog post. In both cases, I expect it to land flat but can think of no better analogy than T.S. Eliot's references to the numbness before a great undertaking. I digress.

Tomorrow, Justin and I will arrive at Amicalola Falls State Park, step out of the car, walk 30 feet and turn around to nothing but an empty road. That is when we will start our adventure. That is when the numbness turns into excitement and fear and apprehension and joy. Everything that makes an adventure worth calling it by that name. But until that moment, I will continue to enjoy the peace and tranquility that I have rediscovered over the past couple weeks. It has been one of the most happy times of my life. And it's only the beginning.