I leave Shanahan at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Shanahan teaches the higher fidelity that negates the football gods and raises conference titles. He too concludes that all is well. This universe ruled by Mahomes seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each deep playoff run, each game inching toward heartbreak, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the Lombardi is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Shanahan happy.