"Ask yourself whether this dream of heaven and greatness should be waiting for us in our graves, - or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth." -Ayn Rand 1905-1982
The crust of the earth used to nothing more to us than just what it was: a layer of sand, soil, and stone. We carried the stone away where we needed to make room for our growth, and then filled it back when we needed to hide from it. Now after the War has scoured the surface and the intervening years have cooled it off, the crust of the earth is our home, our Sanctuary. We return to it for rest, and peace, and love. We return to it for Life.

But it is never warm here, especially out here in the wastelands. Even back at Zion, those of us who could remember what sunshine was supposed to feel like could never really shake the chill. We will never be rid of the dank, clammy embrace of the earth. Our Home, both in Life and in death.

Inspired by the MxO artist community.

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(heh, as always, I am at your service)
