“How would you write about the end and the beginning…”
“…without a butterfly, caterpillar, window, sunsets, sky, clouds, linings or the tenses? No metaphors, no telling me what a great artist or a scientist said, no clichés, and definitely no fake quotes.”
“Whatever ends, doesn’t continue; whatever begins, continues.”
“Is that all? Would you write no more?”
“Well, if you took all my devices away from me, all my paints and brushes, deny me any decoration, then that would be all. In any case, there is nothing more to an end or a beginning. It is what it is.”
It’s over and it wont last
It ends, this is the last.
Only for that, it is the end
What’s new, at this end.
“You know what doesn’t have a beginning or an end?”
“An unfinished thought.”
“An unfinished thought has a beginning, it hasn’t found its end, as yet.”
“But, if it is unfinished, how de we know where it begins and where it ends?”
“The very fact that it is un-finished…”
“Aaargh. When I began this conversation, I thought it would be fun. I’d like to end it now.”