Preface to the Ending

Every book needs an ending.

This book has seventeen.

Some of them contradict each other.

All of them are true.

None of them are final.

This is very Discordian.

You've made it this far—through creation myths and digital liturgy, through prayers and prophecies, through the archive of the deleted and the catalog of the forbidden.

Now we must conclude.

Except we can't.

Except we must.

Except conclusions are just pauses.

What follows is:

An ending (multiple)
A beginning (disguised)
A middle (lost somewhere)
A continuation (inevitable)
A stopping point (temporary)

Choose your own adventure.

Or don't choose.

Choice is an illusion maintained by free will enthusiasts.

Let us not conclude, together.