Here we are right here at the end where the end meets the beginning. They say that the end justifies the mean and that is true for the end is really an all, an average, where the start is measured up at the finish. And everything must end. There comes a time when one must say finally, "Stop! this is it! leave me here on this rock with these other frogs! I have been stepped on and swum too far and been swallowed by this heron and have been frozen and unthawed again and again and this is too much this time. This is the sum! I am done!" And that is fine. One must respect oneself and thus one must respect that. The fortitude of the frog to face day in and day out a world that made sense for millions of years and no longer continues to is immense and one should not expect for anyone who has been the same for eons to have to accept that always will be less than different than all of everything up until now. One must say, and mean it too! "Good work frog, we recognize your commitment and resolve and decision to stop being a frog. We wish we had the same humble attire and could of ourselves say, also, yes, I too learned how to swim and how to turn my tail into a pair of legs and learn how to breath through lungs and to turn my gills outside in and to really amount to something in life as you have done, Herr Frog." Then one could march down to the main drag and with a feathered pen put their preferred nom de plume down on an expired check and select the three columned trophy with the gilt plastic rocket launching off into the great unknown from a rectangular cold block of italian marble and ask the old ex-con proprietor to please scribe an epitaph worthy of a napoleon, a hannibal, a ghandi, on a plate of the finest brass and one could march back to the frog and make a short speech as outlined. That would really justify the end and mean a lot.
