To what end

Dearest dear of all, end of all ends, beginning without end, end without beginning and eternal sunshine of the forgetful mindless reader. Comings and goings often cease, while incomplete shadows contunue to flutter on the uneven ground. Atomic movement slows and subatomic particles debate their existence. Does it really matter? Why not? Order in chaos and randomness in a seemingly orderly fashion appear to be contradictory but somehow it all makes sense in the end...whatever that might be.