Is this the end? – No, this is the beginning ...

In the end ... this is no end.

Is the end, when it comes, really an ending? Can it be the last of all which is? Could there be an ultimate stoppage where everything which comes after ... is mothing more than an unending void of emptiness, a lack of substance, anywhere, a pure darkness, or could such a thing in itself be a beginning of its own?

Think of the Black Hole, a region of space and time where gravity is so strong that nothing, including light and other magnetic waves, have enough energy to escape it. So, beyond the event horizon there literally is ... nothing. Isn't that in itself something? A black hole is not nothing, it is simply the opening of something containing an eternity of emptiness – an entrance to nothing or nothingness.

How about the beginning of time? What was there before the beginning? There must have been something. Something can't come from nothing, right? If there really had been a big bang then something must have been somewhere, in order to create that big bang. An infinity of light or an infinity of darkness, both, at least, are something.

A masterpiece of art must, at some time, be created if it is ever to exist. A blank canvas simply cannot burst itself into existence, or into a finished piece of work, it must be first, crafted. A poem may stand for all time, be something read and studied five thousand years from now, though in order for that to happen, it first must be written.

A castle may stand for all of time, though in order for it to do so, it first must be built. It can be a magnificent creation, and that is just it, a creation, not something that never was but always will be. It needs a beginning and not necessarily an ending, even if it comes with fire breathing dragons. So how could there once have been nothing? And can there be nothing again?

Then again, can anything truly be unending? Is infinity an actual thing? Outer space is infinite, right? It goes on without end. But how can something exist without boundaries? And if there are boundaries, what is beyond them?

But everything comes to an end ... isn't that a saying? And can it be true? Every song has an ending, every life has a death. Even The Never-Ending Story had an ending, or did it? And time as an entity, can it be eternal? Ah the mysteries of the unknown. Questions we can never answer. So close, no matter how far. Can it be much more from the heart? And so it is, that maybe even that every Judas might have his day, until an end of the world can come.

And what if it were to be the end of the world as we know it? One can have belief and accept the word of God, and all simply just is, no questions asked. If there is a God, someone or something that created all there is, then who or what created God? ... for surely God too must have a beginning. It's not blasphemy to consider such a thing, it is curiosity, something almost every living creature is born with.

Well, if this is the end, then it is my beautiful friend, my only friend, the end of our elaborate plans and of everything that stands. The end is just another door to walk through. Perhaps we can meet on the other side. Take me to the other side. I will meet you on the other side. What will we find when we get there? Each other I suppose, and that, in itself, is not nothing.

So, the end is a beginning, eternal souls leaving behind the shells which had contained them for such a short time, a spec, a blip in the line of which is eternity. We climb the storm of existence, travel through its eye and onto the promised land where no number of virgins will be waiting to greet me. The wheel of Ka turns.

Ich Bin ein Berliner – I am a jelly doughnut ... and annihilation may one day come in the form of a great big ball of fire though there are other worlds than this one even if we must flee across deserts to find them.

I know when my end comes, I will be leaving behind a scent. My energy will clump together and go on rather than dissipate into the ether. Whether my scent will be picked up on, is neither here nor there, though exist it will. In that, my end will only be a demise of sorts. It will ensure I go on and my nothing will be something therefore there is no end, so long as something remains, be it either visible for all to see or be hiding in a corner where no one will see.

Not all endings are awesome. For now, the story goes on, sunrise brings songs, songs of ice and fire, of legend and creation. Sunsets bring lullabies and sleep, and when the Sandman comes for me, I know but one thing.

I will still exist.

I will still exist.

                                                                                            The end ...

                                                                                           ... or is it?