It's kooky. I have been coming and going for so long, I forgot where I was when I first started. If I don't know where I started before, how can I be sure that I am even starting again at all? Let alone where I am starting from now. What is starting? Is it not just one action arbitrarily judged by another that is following another action irrespective of beginning and end? Today I do something. Perhaps starting. Perhaps ending. Something which may, or may not, have been done before, in another context of meaning or purpose, from the one which could, or could not, apply at this moment in time. It happens again and again. I do not start. I do not end. I just...do. Let others determine the starts and finishes. My world is timeless.

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