Whence upon a time

In every beginning is an end, just as every ending once began and sometimes an ending is a beginning!

Separating these things is harder than it sounds.

It’s kind of like an echo.  I suppose with the right sort of sound equipment you can pinpoint the end points of something like that, but if you ask human beings, the answers are all over the place.

There is no equipment that can measure the really important things in life like the beginning of a person.  Was it when that person was born, or when their great great grandparents first laid eyes on each other?

Same thing goes for the end of a person.  Is it simply when they die, or when people forget them?

I like to think of my world as plaid with all sorts of things crisscrossing and running parallel to each other, all connected by that one basic color underneath.

We’re never as far apart as we think.