found via sandy
The secret that no one ever revealed to him was the same secret that no one truly knew. He understood that his two scrawny arms, and even his body, probably one that rivaled Tom Sawyer's, could not hold up the world. As he stood on the hill that overlooked the Hollywood Bowl and the other million scattered lights, like stars, across the city, he wondered sadly why stories of Atlas existed, and more importantly, why nobody listened to them. He was pretty sure, even more sure, that the world was so heavy that only anti-gravity could hold it down, that nobody was meant to bear the world on their shoulders. The truth was, he realized, as he titled forward on his toes, feeling the cool summer breeze brush up against his neck, the secret behind it all was not how to rule the world. It was always light the city.
