Ending To My Lookingglass Story —- signed bkm
I always start at the ending. It could be the ending of anything that has an ending, which is literally everything that is blessed with a beginning. It is an unlikely story for most who have a bazaar tendency to begin at the beginning of things that have a beginning, but these people do, more times than not, never get to the ending.
I choose to shield myself from that group of humans choosing instead to follow the path of white rabbits and one-handed drummers. I came upon this trait quite early in my life - not from being hit in the head, though that did happen when a rock who thought it would stop there on its course of travels to say hello, did just that. And I replied “Hell oh!”
No, No this extreme backward pleasure came upon me while visiting a woodland on the backside of the 40 acre field that was the home of a wild stream of creatures who within their treasures held a bottle. A bottle that could never be emptied. These gnome-like creatures though short in stature were tall in numbers. I say tall in numbers because they stood on each others shoulders to get the best view of what was happening below. I could have told them just to ask the guy at the bottom of the gnome ladder since he saw what was happening below better than anyone else. Especially better than the gnome on the very top who was much more concerned about the strength of the bottom gnome’s shoulders than what he was actually seeing from up there. But I figured that they had to learn for theirs-elf’s, “like the rest of us,” my father would always say. That reminds me why I came to the woods in the first place to find out what was there “like the rest,” of the humans who had stepped here before. And all the gnomes shouted, “Here, Here! No humans have ever been here.” I echoed, “Oh Dear.”
Well it is time to get back to the story at hand, which is why we are starting at the end of this story. The Bottle That Can Not Be Emptied was filled with the endings of stories from people who never finished what they had started; so the endings had to go somewhere and that somewhere was not over the rainbow like everybody thought, but into this bottle that could never be emptied. Can you believe it? I could not either, at first , until I asked the gnome holding up his fellow country gnomes above. I said, “ Sir, Gnome is this truth you are speaking here? That this flowing liquid of life coming from this bottle labeled, Bottle That Can Not Be Emptied is all endings to stories that will never be completed by humans?” He said, “Yes.” Well, that was good enough for me. I believed him and vowed never, never, never not to finish something again.
Later that night upon arriving at my place of abiding with the rest of my family of humans I sat and had dinner. We talked about a lot of different subjects, but I refused to tell them of my visit in the woods behind the 40 acre field. I did however, watch their every move and listened to their every word hoping I would here of an ending to anything that one of them had started. To my gravest of fears that did not happen, so I had to make a decision right then and there. I decided I would always and forever, begin at the end of everything I did, therefore I would finish everything and my endings would never wind up in the Bottle That Can Not Be Emptied. (Is that clever or what?)
Within the next moments of moments I left my dinner and my conversation. Went to end my bath before drawing the water, and in preparing for bed I placed my feet on my pillow and covered the tips of my hair for a good mornings sleep. I proceeded to dream of yesterday and what I would do then.
Well, I have to begin my story now, so thanks for helping me with the ending.
signed bkm —
