the Beginning is the End and versa-vice and the End of the Beginning is no other than the Beginning of the End blank night engenders full day dream is reality can't you see how everything is nothing but its reverse inside out?
within, we exist
tightly bound by our intellect
somewhere in there the drive to be (and its reverse, to not-to-be) simultaneously await our consciousness.
Outside my door my dog whimpers in its dreams chasing whatever archetypal ball exists for him