Category Archives: Conclusion

A lot of the things in life are done so precisely owing to ephemerality. The pace of time seems only to quicken, and so the need for creating something grand, for something eloquent, draws people towards working to leave behind the mark of a meaningful struggle, before any ends are met. Symbols of having existed must be left somewhere in the universe — even if marginal, like a scratch on the moon — to represent the seed of consciousness that carried us from sleep to wakening, as the fossil of an epiphany soon to be covered under the dust of a million years. The line from The Waste Land in the title of this post testifies to the sense of despair, and yet of restoration, in the ends that precede new beginnings.  Continue reading →