This is the end.

This is the end of the road. The last milepost passed, the terminus of the journey. Last stop, everybody off.

This is the end. I’m done. I can’t handle it anymore. I’m finished. I cant…no, I won’t go on.

There is no physical change. Everything remains as it was. The sky is, the trees are, and time continues to be.

There is great internal shift, tectonics drastically changing the landscape of the mind. Pain, sorrow, discontent forcibly pushed beyond the horizon, to make way for new opportunity. The very foundation of being shifted, altered, changed.

This is the end.

This is the beginning.

It starts now.