At some point you arrive at the end. There is always more beyond the end; there is more to sort and more to see. But the end must be greeted with the still pause of life, must be welcomed, a final and needed stillness within the motion surrounding everything, the silence within the noise, the place where the brain rests inside a hammock of peaceful pondering unbound by time, free from agendas, and protected from ever being perfect–perfectly content in the solitude of an ending fit for such a day.
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