Grand (hah) Finale
I began this blogathon with a comment about momentum, and it seems somewhat appropriate that I should end it that way too.
It is rather automatic to think that, YES, Rachel will conclude this blogathon with a stunning bang of overwhelming wit and charm. Well, not so. If I had a little less sense of the dramatic, I would let this final post dribble off into an unsatisfying puddle (much like how I feel right now). However, my accursed sense of flair impells me to make the following concluding - but neither witty nor charming, I'm afraid - observation.
It was a long, long road to reach this point. Two weeks of semi-energetic campaigning, organizing and self-pimping. Two weeks of crazed coding and preparation. And 24 hours, 13 coffees, 9 visitors, 123 posts and 14478 words, to be precise.
But it goes further. The eighteen years it took to generate the level of literacy required to justify this written effort. The formative years of relationship intricacies involved in bringing my parents together; in fact, the staggering feat of an entire lineage of ancestors, all of whom have successfully achieved sufficient levels of attractiveness to guarantee reproduction and procreation; all to ensure, in short, the creation of ME, at the converging end of this chain of existential success - the End Product.
And there's more yet! The stunning perfection of evolution in extrapolating human beings from chimps. The colossal effort of those first stilted steps out of the primordial soup. The great care taken by our dear planet to avoid the legions of risks of outer space - meteors, asteroids, interplanetary collision - in a supremely successful attempt to generate the perfect atmospheric conditions for the creation of life, and thus, me. And most of all, the unerring exactitude of that first cosmic bang, which created the universe just so, so that the current of conditions streaming out from that starting point were exactly right for me to enter this world, at just the right time, so that eighteen years later, I EXIST to have brought you the past 24 hours of writing.
Now that's momentum.
Life is a vast lottery, and everyone alive today is a winner. Cherish your existence, and let others - yes, even and especially AIDS victims - cherish theirs.
And so, it's been a long time coming, folks, but it is finally here; I am going home. I hope to encounter something very decidedly bedlike, and shall be communing with said bedlike object for a marathon-like period of time. Adieu, so long, and thanks for all the cheese.