Pascal Böhme and Ema Karisná

 

The Doors - The End

 

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end

Of everything that stands, the end

No safety or surprise, the end

I'll never look into your eyes...again

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A final spin before blackness, before oblivion. Usually, there is no last great cavalcade before the end. It just happens, there is no preparing for it, no dramatic scheme building up to it. The moment comes and passes before you realize it even happened, and then it fades away..... Time does not wait, does not slow down for the pertinent moments of life. The rivers flow on, the earth continues to spin and the clock keeps ticking.

 

Spinning in circles. The downward spiral is an unrelenting force, hesitating at nothing. The initial thrust given to this spinning wheel of time is the one and only guidance it has ever had. If the momentum were ever to be interrupted, the repercussions could be devastating. For the spinning wheel to become merely a wheel, stagnant, could mean the end to everything as we ever knew it. Life may be cruel and unfair, time an emotionless and unscrupulous process that eventually makes everything oblivious, but to wish an end upon these forces would be to wish an end to the defining powers of existence. However widespread and common this wish might be at times, it is a selfish desire. A moment is merely a moment, be it joyful or sad, good or bad. As much as we would like to preserve a moment, it must eventually pass to make room for the next one and life to go on. Therefore one should hope for the dancer to never allow his momentum to be interrupted, to continue this rotation forever, for the sake of existence itself.

 

For life to go on.

 

It's better to burn out than to fade away

 

Live

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Live!!!

 

And what matters most is

 

 

 

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