I sat at the end which was also the middle, and contemplated: We all come from the egg but we all must return to the egg.

We must walk on water to get to the center.

I certainly wasn’t ready quite yet. Could this be… the *actual* end. Life itself?

No, I realized. Just another beginning. After freedom from shackles.


I enter, what could be, Paradise.

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