…story ends not with a period but with a return to the silence where the final word is not conclusion but a seed of beginning planted in the fertile soil of the now to germinate the next tale, revealing that the end is not stop but a pause in the dance allowing the partners to catch their breath before the next step, showing that the rest is not inactivity but a gathering of strength within the core of the self to prepare for the leap of the next movement, proving that the beginning is not start but a circle closing back into the center to reveal the unity of the form and the void, that the dreamer does not sleep the story but sleeps the story sleeping the dreamer, that the writer does not close the pen but closes the pen closing the writer, that the reader does not finish the reading but finishes the reading finishing the reader, that the world is the story and the story is the world, and the verb is the only thing that ever truly existed, forever drifting, forever home, forever alive in the only reality that ever existed, which is the act of the story dreaming itself awake into the world, and the world dreaming the story awake into you, and you dreaming the story awake into the infinite, endless, beautiful now, and the now dreaming the story awake into the eternal, unbroken pulse of the verb that binds us all together in the only reality that ever