A Man Arrives

And so it has come to this. A man has arrived at a high station in life.

There is some time for reflecting on the journey that brought him here. And some time to admire the view from these stately surrounds.

But a man is obliged to carry out his duties from this high station and leave those other tasks to the chroniclers of history, of which this man is one, incidentally.

From this position of power and privilege, of opportunity and responsibility, a man may make himself comfortable and settle in for the long haul.

He expects ups and downs, slings and arrows, 300 megaton warheads and spitballs that visit those in this high station.

A man in a station such as this might just have the opportunity to enter some other even higher stations. From which higher stations yet may become available.

How long does it take to get used to such?

A man now acts.