THE ENTRANCE

The entrance; A funny place where things start and finish. An opening of life, of death and the passing of time. Some claim to be an Arch, others a door and still others a place other then you hold. But always the beginning of the end! A place of transformation and of change: a place of passage! There are so many places of passage and so many passages, from birth, to love, to happiness to sorrow, to pain, to death ! I don’t know of any such a state of being so powful and so wide than this place of passage. This thing we so passively, so obscurely hasten to recognize, but holds the power of all! Of our lives, of our Countries, and our Gods. The entrance, the exit, the perception unto a border. A Border, a boundary still the beginning of the end; to all that pass it's peripheral points. Is it fantasy or fiction, still in  all, change in it's purest form! To know it's place it's time, and it's depth is to know and master all! Hence, the entrance, the greatest place of purpose to all.