Storms, the full fury of nature made manifest in one horrible entity, spanning miles in every direction. But from the destruction of a storm, comes the verdant rains from which life is made possible. Dementia, madness, insanity, simultaneously the greatest gift and scourge of mankind. For how could we bear the despair of reality if we weren't already a bit detached from it? But without it, would we not be able to actually improve upon our selves? Regardless, we dance the same illogical, maddening dance through the chaotic storm of reality and life. However, in hurricanes, the most powerful and devastating storms imaginable, there is something known as the eye. An area of eerie calm and clarity in which one can rest and finally hope to tear away the dementia of life and for a few brief moments, view existence in its horrible entirety. This is ultimately the story of an attempt to penetrate into the eye and of the lives destroyed, improved, and altered along the way.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
-Lyrics from the song "The End" by The Doors.