To The End.

Like every human expression it means something. In day to day life it helps us. I know that this little bit of writing will come to the end. Even if I wished it otherwise. Or even, far less likely, if you wished it otherwise. But the end will come, I promise.

And then we move on to new beginnings with new ends.

But maybe that’s where the concept starts to fall apart. Our beginnings and ends are constructs. Helpful constructs but still constructs. The full stop I’ve just typed didn’t end anything. It was just a bridge to the next sentence. And the next sentence to the next paragraph.

So when I sing “To The End Of The Earth” I’m just speaking about a bridge really. To whatever comes next.

And maybe looking at things that way, might help to take a little bit of the sadness from the the endings we fear, and which we will also experience.

The End.

And now for something completely continuous…