There Is No Real Ending. It’s Just

What Greater Gift Is There Than To Demonstrate You Need Not Fear Death?

I Have Come To Believe That Holy Boredom Is Good And Sufficient Reason For The Invention Of Free Will.

Memory Never Recaptures Reality. Memory Reconstructs. All Reconstructions Change The Original, Becoming External Frames Of Reference That Inevitably Fall Short.

Making Workable Choices Occurs In A Crucible Of Informative Mistakes. Thus Intelligence Accepts Fallibility. And When Absolute (infallible) Choices Are Not Known, Intelligence Takes Chances With Limited Data In An Arena Where Mistakes Are Not Only Possible But Also Necessary.

Without Change, Something Sleeps Inside Us, And Seldom Awakens. The Sleeper Must Awaken.