Si fulcrum mihi dedis, ferre mundum possum
(Literally, "If you give me a fulcrum, I can carry the world.")
-Archimedes of Syracuse

Time rolls on, the years and seasons cycling along as things go along. Ponies and the planet age along with that passage. And the Black Knight-Errant Bad Apple is not immune to this movement. Perhaps in all the world, he feels it most keenly of all. The grand timekeeper's watch ticks off "like horrible hammer-blows" (in the words of Wilde.) It is either the end, or the beginning of something great.