TM Prompt #346: What haven't you finished?
This is a stupid question.
Well. I suppose I am still breathing, aren't I? So you could say I have not finished living yet. There's plenty of people whose heads I haven't lopped off, although nobody seems to remember that fact, and I have not finished them.
The concepts of beginning and ending get a little blurry if you take the long view. All of life is patterns, connected and repeating endlessly. Birth, death, rebirth. Cliche? Yes. But true. If you step back from the mundane, from the day to day, and move along the other lines of life, you can see it. The vision of Trump Ten. Fortuna spins her wheel and one thing cycles into the next. Over and over and over and over and over and.
Over.
(ROTA TARO ORAT TORA ATOR.)
So nothing really ends, because nothing really begins. You haven't even STARTED yet! To return to the point of creation, to the point of death, puts you in the realm of the eternal.
Besides. No rest for the wicked, they say.
I have not finished packing. Morph has said I may stay with him and Julian for a while. So. I am taking my stupid cat, and Sally's stupid cat, and going there. I could stay in the Otherplace, Empress and High Priestess, but... someone has to look after the cats. Someone has to things here that nobody else will. I am not welcome at the X-Mansion, as far as I know, and the apartment is filled with ghosts. It is time to get on with it.
I have finished saying goodbye.
Well. I suppose I am still breathing, aren't I? So you could say I have not finished living yet. There's plenty of people whose heads I haven't lopped off, although nobody seems to remember that fact, and I have not finished them.
The concepts of beginning and ending get a little blurry if you take the long view. All of life is patterns, connected and repeating endlessly. Birth, death, rebirth. Cliche? Yes. But true. If you step back from the mundane, from the day to day, and move along the other lines of life, you can see it. The vision of Trump Ten. Fortuna spins her wheel and one thing cycles into the next. Over and over and over and over and over and.
Over.
(ROTA TARO ORAT TORA ATOR.)
So nothing really ends, because nothing really begins. You haven't even STARTED yet! To return to the point of creation, to the point of death, puts you in the realm of the eternal.
Besides. No rest for the wicked, they say.
I have not finished packing. Morph has said I may stay with him and Julian for a while. So. I am taking my stupid cat, and Sally's stupid cat, and going there. I could stay in the Otherplace, Empress and High Priestess, but... someone has to look after the cats. Someone has to things here that nobody else will. I am not welcome at the X-Mansion, as far as I know, and the apartment is filled with ghosts. It is time to get on with it.
I have finished saying goodbye.