What is the end? You see, the beginning is overrated. We all know that story. We lived it. But the ending, that's where the intrigue is. That's the road that no one ever returned from. The question is, what is the end? Is there an end after this one? Have we already lived a million ends without thinking long enough to realize it? Personally, I think there are ends everywhere, frayed ends that we constantly move past, jumping from finale to finale, but then there is the one big capital E End. That's what is important. Will there be nothing? Can there ever really be nothing, or is nothing part of something? Or is the end where it really begins? Do we live some grey half life with closed eyes, a fetus unaware of the coming heat? If so, why do we fear that? I always figured it's the uncertainty. Yes, there could be something better, but there could also be nothing or hell. If we can live with this life, why risk it? The questions could last for an eternity without conclusion so we move past them, push them aside. It's easier to breathe when you don't have to worry about what comes next. Maybe the only path to the answer is to forget the question, the only truth buried in ignorance.