What is an end?  The novelist Angela Carter, who died, tragically, of cancer in 1992 at the age of 52, is well known for her reluctance, in her many works of fiction, to avoid bringing things to an end.  She wished for, as she put it in many a letter to her friends, to "avoid a close."
     Contemplating the circumstances of a world without an end, however, is an almost insuperably difficult task.  Our finite minds stumble over the idea of endlessness, an eternity.  Try as we might, we cannot fully wrap our minds around the notion that something could continue indefinitely, never to stop, never to end, but rather to simply keep going, forever and forever.  Eventually, everything must come to an end.
     On the other hand, avoiding or refusing an end underscores the nature of the possibility that resides in all of us.  We are born to look beyond the moment, to keep striving after the next thing, the next possibility, the next horizon.
     Fair enough.  But if we continually refuse an end, we in truth deny the nature of who we are, that is, that we are finite and limited beings who really know very little about our world or ourselves.  Ends are endemic to reality.
     Yet if this is in fact the case, we are left with a reality with an unexplainable beginning but a reality which will nonetheless come to an end.  If there are to be no ends, there must also be no beginning.  There must be eternity, not just one in our minds, but one that is implicit in our reality.
     And eternity cannot rise out of nothing, for it always is, and nothing can always be unless it cannot be otherwise, like God, eternal and forever present, present to you, to me, to the entire span of humanity, the divine before us, living, breathing, the embodiment of all that can possibly be true.