There was
a beginning.
Not long after....
there was a middle.
Then quite unsurprisingly, an End
'Twas expected, by all.
That's the Pattern
The pattern and the penance.
The pattern and the parallel.
The pattern and the parallax.
The pattern in the pattern.
But, and yes the droll truth is, the stereotype and the archetype are both true and untrue.
In a multi layered way.
The beginning is all too often also The End.
And the end, also The Beginning.
But often not invariably are we blind to it, the the living through it in our Is beginning the backstory that is the end to all the arch's prior... and all the forward reaching variables remerge to surge into the unwavering future.
This beginning.
This benign ping sounded in the ether.
This end and start was the mundane typical kind.
He opened his eyes one day and was no longer who he had been the day before.
In some subtle, unrecognized way, he was new. A new iteration. A new instance of himself hitherto unrealized.
Few people even realize that this happens and they been through it for they did not register it in thier busy distracted systemic consciousness of day to day mundanity.
But the day it hit him so palpably, so viscerally, so undeniably that he could no more rationalize it away or pretend it had not happened.
New Me.
This is a new me.
The old me no longer exists.
This me is just like the old me but DIFFERENT.
and here
We
Go
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Prelude to Everything
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