Life is a beautiful spiral. A magnificent spin, out of control, forever never ending and onward we'll go. Black ice seen on the highway, but the driver is no longer me. Delusions of control slip from my finger-tips and leak on to the passenger seat. I grasp for the wheel of influence, but Death I expect to meet. So be it, for I fear Death not! Death gives me Life and Life brings me Death. In this final hour, the seconds click past year by year by year. In the beginning, it was the end. And. In the end, it will be the beginning. . An infinite game of chasing tail for the dogs of war from one horizon to the next, from one garden to the next, from one paradise to the next to the next to the next, until there's nothing left but the tale.
