Monday, January 24, 2005

Any End Would Do.

A supernatural being floated through the universe, like a goldfish in a bowl. It kept rotating, and it always had, and that was life. Eager to find a way out of too much space, the supernatural being searched for the end. An end. Any end would do. But there was no end, just that endless loop of freedom that imprissoned all and always from no beginning, no ending.