The end of history.
There shall once be a time, far and away in the distant unknown,
Where and when man shall live at peace with man,
Where man shall uncover the bond that unites him with man.
When man shall understand all that is heavenly and sacred, all that is beauteous and worthy of knowledge.
It shall be the end, and, coincidently, the very beginning.
But until then, those who see at present, are trapped in the middle. Stuck in the past.
And all we can sensibly do is accompany man – be his cane while he limps to the end,
So that he may reach the beginning.