About the time we can make the ends meet, somebody moves the ends.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Everything has an end.
Everything comes to an end.
We have perhaps a natural fear of ends. We would rather be always on the way than arrive. Given the means, we hang on to them and often forget the ends.
Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.
We go along, without a fixed itinerary, yet at the same time with an end (what end?) in mind, and with the aim of reaching the end. A search for the end, a dread of the end: the obverse and the reverse of the same act.
We come to beginnings only at the end.
We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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