All Things, An Ending

All Things, An Ending

All things have an ending
And before that, a beginning
And a middle. At the in-betweens,
Words. At the outset of a thing is
An inception, a change, and ending occurs, and that ending serves as the
beginning of another thing. Empty space gives way to fullness. A fullness
becomes a robustness. A robustness becomes overstuffed. Then, perhaps a
rushing out gives way, once again, to an emptiness. Four beginnings, and four
endings. Four middlings. The inception point for all people is their birthday. It is
on that day that their emptiness ceases to be an emptiness and when the filling
up, which is life, begins. Life then progresses. Yet, don’t think of life as the
middle of something bookended by birthdays and, yes, death. No. Life is a
passing of many states. A slow or fast filling. A filling that, at various points,
comes to a epiphany-spiked head. Yet don’t think of life as full of epiphanies.
Epiphanies do not allow for any middles. Instead, life is a slow filling, a
beginning—birth—leads to the beginning of an accumulation—there is a middle
then what is accumulated—experiences, emotions, memories, stories—leads to
an epiphany. Thus is one cycle. One beginning, one middle, one end. And this
cycle—of inception, filling and epiphany—is but one cycle in a series of cycles.
A series begun by birth and ended by death. Simultaneously, then, epiphanies
mark the ending as well as the middle of our lives. It might, then follow suit, that
an epiphany, perhaps the greatest and most cumulative of all epiphanies should
punctuate the end of a life: the light at the end of a tunnel or some such pre-
death moment. However, the truth of this statement is beyond any living
person’s knowledge because death is an ending and one of its byproducts
the silencing of every person’s worldly voice. Thus, there has been no one able
to report back to the living what the death, the ending truly entails. This death-
ending, then, is the only truly mysterious ending that humans experience:
all other epiphanies have been done by others, in some fashion and have been
recorded and thus are readable, learnable. So, death is the only ending that
remains truly mysterious and, as such, it is this death-ending from which
humans derive mystery. It causes fear, for all things—or rather this one thing—
unknown causes fear and this allows for spiritualism or, in another form,
sensationalism.
And you will ask him, in the end,
What he has made of all these
Beginnings and these endings,
To which, he will say nothing,
Just words to fill up time.

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