The End Comes Before the Beginning
There are things that cannot be explained. Among them is the wrenching discomfort of deranged trains of thoughts. Those ideas encapsulate us and take up more space than the mind has allowed. But the drowning endeavor of eons of patience may have all come to pass without the calming hand of approaching rapture. For there we shall sit amidst the cavernous abyss of regret and wonder. And for a moment we will be at our finest.