A story does not need a point.

A point is simply a redirection of truth. A waypoint. A landmark.

Sometimes, a point is unnecessary. Sometimes it is counterproductive. Other times, it may be outright harmful.

But moreso, a point may just be a distraction. Whatever the intent, it might bring focus away from that which is important, that which is true, and shine it on something false, fantastical, or useless.

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Sometimes a story does not need a point.

Sometimes, a point is too specific.

Perhaps what is truly needed is a guideline. An open path, a gentle nudge.

Or... nothing at all.

An empty void. An echoing hollow. A field of dreams so vast one can hardly comprehend it, tied seamlessly with the words on a page, the voice of a teacher. These, too, bring a revelation of their own sense. The clarity of mind one truly desires.

A beginning. An end. An open space.

As I sit here at my desk, my geriatric form without fault, my aged muscles no less weary than ever before, I offer this to you:

A story with no point.

A point to no end.

An end to which the beginning has been forgotten.

The story of life.