There Is No Beginning
In the beginning there was no beginning. In searching we come to terms with a definition of ourselves with which we learn to live with. Is it not so that 'learning' defines the view with which we have thrown our into a Universe as a fisherman cast their nets in order to capture sustenance.
We are all fishers of Men1.
In living we dream and in the sleep of an apparent awakeness we submerge our doubts in order to reap all that we can of our circumstance. Life is for the living is it not?
In slowing down the pace of our urgency it can appear that the bus has passed us by as we sit and await it's arrival. In purpose all presents it's self for our free will. Do with it as you will.
The choice and choices which lie before you each and every moment are there for you2.
There are no beginnings and certainly no end in which to compel fullfillment. You are already all that is but in creating ignorance life goes on.
It's okay to do that3.