Nature has a way of ending endings, and letting newness begin a circle of apparent endlessness. When a seed sprouts into green, fragile little wisps, it doesn’t leave any room for thought towards the plant that supplied the seed, or indeed towards the inevitable end of circle that awaits the sapling. All that is visible and tangible is the fresh, vulnerable tendril of new life.
A plant is just one of the numerous examples of life taking over the dreariness of life.
Look around you, there is an advancement of the circle everywhere — that old man driving his car after recovering from a fractured shoulder, this newborn baby claiming her mother’s attention just as her mother asked for her parents’, that little seal pup nudging its mother for another fishy feast. It’s all right here — life, and its wondrous circle. It begins even before you can say it’s an end.