• So as we bring about the end of all things, we look back and say, "Is it finished? Hell no."

    There is not an ending, a beginning...just the middle. The middle of love, life.

    All we know, hear, see, smell and do IS forever, and is our past, present and future, until such time we bring ourselves to that point where we can see all things, but not know them. Only then can we seek to tear ourselves away from this world - from taints which pollute the good nature of all things, that sole 9-letter word that brings pain, injustice, and death - and live in perfect harmony with those who truly care, truly know, and see us as equals. Only then, only then, can we live.