I leave Heavy at the spawn of the Thunder Mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Heavy teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and pushes carts. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled swiftwater, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward getting the cart past RED team is enough to fill a mann's heart. One must imagine Heavy happy.
