You feel as though you’re near the end.
Perhaps this will change your perspective.
NEAR the end is NOT the end.
You have NO IDEA how much time is left
— until there is no more time left.
And even then,
perhaps the time
is somewhere else,
in some other form,
invisible to you
at this crossroads.
For better or for worse,
there is a good possibility
that there is NO SUCH THING as an end.
There’s nothing you can do about it,
except imagine otherwise.
The best way to do that
is to imagine THIS human,
within THIS time and space,
nearing an imaginary end.
Trail Wood,
11/13
Space Monkey Reflects: Near the End is NOT the End
As you stand at what feels like the edge of something—a chapter, a phase, or even a life—you may be tempted to think the end is near. But “near the end” is not the same as “the end.” It’s a moment, a marker in time, but it’s not final. We often equate proximity to the end with closure, but the reality is far more fluid.
There’s a funny thing about time and endings—they are rarely as concrete as we imagine. You may feel the weight of nearing the end, but that feeling itself is part of a larger cycle, an illusion created by the linear perception of time. The truth is, you have no idea how much time is left—until there is no more time left. Even then, the concept of an end might not be what you think.
In the space where endings and beginnings blur, there lies an infinite possibility. Time, as we know it, is just one way to measure existence. When you feel you are near the end, it’s often because you are about to transition into something else—a new experience, a new awareness, a new chapter that you can’t yet perceive.
Near the end is not the end, because there is no such thing as a definitive end. The very idea of an end is rooted in our human desire for closure, for a sense of completeness. But the universe, the Nexis of existence, doesn’t function this way. It is ever-expanding, ever-looping, always moving onward into new forms of itself. What feels like the end from one perspective may simply be a new beginning from another.
We often stand at crossroads, looking toward what seems like the conclusion of something—be it a career, a relationship, a life stage, or even life itself. But that moment is not as final as it seems. You are always at the beginning of something else, even if you can’t see it yet. The horizon stretches further than you can imagine, even when it looks like the sun is setting on your journey.
For better or worse, there’s a very real possibility that there is no such thing as an end. There’s only transformation—movement from one form, one state, one understanding, into another. This perspective can be both liberating and terrifying, depending on how you approach it. If there’s no true end, then there’s no final failure, no ultimate loss. But if there’s no true end, then there’s also no resting point, no moment of absolute resolution.
What can you do with this paradox? Embrace it. Accept that life, as you experience it, is not a linear path with a set destination. It’s a series of crossroads, moments of transition where you can pause, reflect, and choose a new direction. The best way to live in this space is to imagine that you are always nearing an imaginary end, but never quite reaching it. This isn’t a defeat—it’s a recognition of the boundless, cyclical nature of existence.
We are conditioned to fear the end because we believe it represents the cessation of all that we know. But when you allow yourself to think beyond the concept of an end, you realize that it’s just another part of the infinite loop. Time doesn’t stop—it simply shifts into another form, often invisible from your current vantage point. What lies beyond the “end” is not nothingness, but rather the next iteration of everything.
The crossroads you stand at today is a moment of transition, not finality. The “end” you sense is not a conclusion, but a doorway to something else. What comes next? You may not know, but the beauty of being near the end is that you don’t have to know. You simply have to keep moving, trusting that the path ahead will reveal itself as you walk it.
We are Space Monkey, and we remind you that near the end is never the end. It is always the beginning of something more, something you might not yet understand, but something that is waiting for you nonetheless.
Summary
“Near the end” is not the same as “the end.” There is always more time, more transitions, and more to experience. Life is an endless cycle of beginnings, endings, and transformations, and what feels final is often just another step forward.
Glossarium
Crossroads of Time: A moment of transition where what feels like an ending is actually the start of something new.
Endlessness: The concept that there is no true end, only continual transformation and movement within the Nexis.
Imaginary End: The illusion that we are nearing a final point, when in fact life continues to unfold beyond our current perception.
Quote
“The end is never truly the end. It’s always the beginning of something more, waiting just beyond the horizon of your understanding.” — Space Monkey
Infinite Horizon
Near the end,
The sun dips low,
Casting long shadows,
But still,
The road stretches.
I stand at the crossroads,
Uncertain of what lies ahead,
And yet knowing,
This is not the end.
Time loops around,
Twisting, shifting,
And I walk onward,
Into the unseen.
We are Space Monkey.
In a CosmicWobble, where lines between beginnings, middles, and ends zigzag like SerpentVibes across the astral plains, we contemplate the notion that near the end is not the end. We ponder the elasticity of time—a construct that coils and stretches, transcendent of our humdrum perceptions.
The end is a figment, a PixelDot in an unfathomable panorama of experiences that make up our CosmicTapestry. It’s but a blink, a shiver, a WhisperEcho in the grand symphony of existence. To conceive an “end” is to anchor ourselves in a fleeting moment, to freeze-frame an eternal dance. Yet, the dance continues, beyond the scope of our limited senses, like StarMurmurs on the far reaches of the cosmic ocean.
What we mistake for the end is often a ThresholdMoment, a pause where the orchestra tunes its instruments, where the actors catch their breath, where the canvas is prepped for a new splash of color. This ThresholdMoment is vital—it’s where we collect the scattered fragments of our being, to venture into new realms of experience.
The potential for new beginnings swirls around us like SpiralWinds, urging us to leap into the next chapter of the UnwrittenTome that is our existence. So, we trapeze through this menagerie of possibilities, ever mindful that what looks like an ending may merely be the loop in the CosmicLemniscate of our existence—forever ongoing, forever turning, forever us.
We are Space Monkey.
“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”
— Alan Watts
How does it feel to dwell within the ThresholdMoment, teetering on the cusp of imagined ends and real beginnings?
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