Winding Down

I am sitting on the edge of the downs, the rolling hills between one world and another. Soon, things will come to an end and a new beginning. The question really is what kind of new beginning it will be.

In the end, when the wind has swept everything away, only eternity remains. It will not be a homogeneous eternity, but one with variance. In the end, we will have to forgive each other our trespasses, or it will be hell and not heaven. In the end, we will have to accept that we were all different, and even with all the imperfections blasted away, we will still be different.

But for now, I have to ask myself the question that many of my students do: "What shall I do next?"