What is my own mythology, but that of athlete turned artist. While my body betrayed me, my mind grew loyal acquiring and growing, seeking with its intellect what the body cannot achieve — immortality. Not survival, not destruction, but some levee of lasting solace that our mark remains even when we are long gone. Mythology is littered with mortals hoping time will remember their name; we do the very same. Human consciousness has developed or evolved a system or signs and symbols to comprehend the belief that there is more to this life. It is a coping mechanism, a conceit, a comfort for an incessant need to know why.