The End

The Legend of the Edge of the World

Long ago, in the time of legends, there was a First Captain, who lived, and died, and in between performed great deeds. It is said that when he was near death, he requested that he be put on an unmanned ship, it's rigging set to sail west, and that these were his final words…

"We were told that due west was nothing… only the sea and edge of the world…

and so we were reluctant to leave and seek anything different from that which we knew. But in time, the need to seek, and the need to leave, drove a few dauntless souls to sail west, toward that nothing.

Treadleonia rose from the mists of nothing, to meet the needs of those who sought. She is rich in possibilities, but demanding of those who would gain from her. If those who gain also serve, she will prosper until their needs are met.

But forget not that with even the least of His creatures

…all things change.

As surely as day begins with a the rising of the sun and ends with it's setting, so to, as Treadleonia rose from the mists, one day, it's purpose met, it will return from whence it came. As with a day, a week, or a life, we have only the time between the beginning and the ending. Its length may be labeled, but cannot truly be measured, except in the use we make of it.

When Treadleonia's time of ending comes, as surely it will, mourn not. There is and will be no cause, for it will have met it's needs well. There will always be other dauntless souls who will sail still further west, in search of new ways to meet new needs. Know that as surely as He gave breath to the sparrow, they will discover that the edge of any world is but the beginning of another…

Hoist the anchor… raise the sails… and search on…"

 Go Back… It is not your time to sail west…