The Happy Ending

Some people believe in happy endings, others don't.  It's very arrogant.  I happen to not believe in endings at all, personally.  It seems to me that there's no real conclusion to life, but only continuation.  Sure, things and people come and go, but who are we to assume that things that have already passed us by once will never return to haunt us again?  We have only a little control over our time; there is always some chaos, some fate, some predestination that governs us.  Like Kansas sang:  "All we are is dust in the wind."  And the wind, if not here, will always blow somewhere else, and find its way back to where we have temporarily and inevitably settled.  It unifies us, and at the same time, it makes us feel alone.

Merry Christmas, Mom (I know you're the only one who reads this).  See you in a few.