The world is like a circle. There is neither a beginning or an end. All that matters is that there is a beginning and an end. What happened once might well repeat itself, or manifest itself in something other than what it was when it first came to be. Yet no one can tell when it first came to be, since there is to be said no set beginnings. Yet the flaw of this theory is there must have well been a beginning, a point in which all things began.

As such, the theory of the circle does not matter, nor make sense in such a situation, for without a point for all things to begin, how could anything be started? This is indeed a question that has long been pondered upon, and yet no true answer has been found. Perhaps we are denied this answer because we are deemed unworthy by some higher power. Or perhaps we are only granted the understanding only upon the time whence we surpass what it means to be human, which would be equivalent to transcending death itself.

Yet still we ponder. And here I work, trying to reason things out in a question that has no said beginning, nor any end in visible sight. For asking a question such as this would be equivalent to asking, "the chicken and the egg, which came first?" Some argue that since the chicken must have hatched from an egg, the egg came first. Yet still others rebutt, without a chicken to lay the egg, where must the egg have come from?

It is my belief that there is a beginning and an end, but no certain beginning, nor any set end. When we are born, that is a beginning for us. For the world, it is nothing. And when we die, our time as humans draws to a close, but still time flows around us. Our decomposing bodies turn into nutrients and feed the trees, which in turn will have their end. As such, there is a singular beginning or a singular end, but this beginning and end is as insignificant as we all are in comparison to the entire earth.

While saying this, let me first say that it is indeed true that we all make an impact on the people around us. But while our pride denies any possibility of it happening easily, we must as well admit that our death brings about no significant end to the people around us. We must not be so full of ourselves as to assume that when we die, the world dies with us.

The world flows as time does, and ignores the passing of man. Yet the world too will have an end, a time when the red dwarf is said to be set to go up in a massive ball of flames, impacting all that we thought invulnerable. Yet, though this may be the end of the world, our world, the universe still continues.

There is no real end, for eternity is what exists through it all. Time is but a measurement of ages come and gone, yet centuries upon centuries pass unnoticed, in what we call eternity.

The conclusion at which I have arrived upon the end of this frenzied reflection, is that the world is not a circle. It is instead, a triangle.

If that is an answer you are not willing to accept, then perhaps this would be the one for you. The universe is a circle. And we are but circles within a circle. And within our circles there are even more circles.

There is no beginning and no end. There is, however, A beginning and AN end.