With each beginning an end must also be, for the end makes a beginning true and complete. If an end were never had then a beginning could not be a beginning, it would only be a point in time to the greater infinity, but since each beginning has an end it is then finite, and exists parallel to the infinite with its own identity. Time is quantifiable but intangible, measuring each beginning and end in their order, which dictates and defines a value, a meaning, a purpose to that increment of the infinity. A birth leads to a death, a dawn to the dusk, a verne to a winter; this finity is beautiful, as must its beginning and its end be, even if an end is tragic, it is in that tragedy that it is beautiful.

Rejoice, for we are mortal and finite; our purpose and meaning and value is for us to define, both individually and communally. Laud each birth, and laud each death, let your hearts fill with celebration and grief, serenity and madness. Cry for that and whom you lost, cheer for that and whom you gain, let your hearts be full so that it may empty, let it empty so that it may be full once more. Cherish each laugh and tear, revel in the silence, and just be.

Merry Christmas, for the longest night of the year is ended and the candle stayed lit through it all.