Well besides Hamlet's famous existential question "To be or not to be" what to the wonder of the mind is To Be The To Be Continued? Perhaps the sonic scape that surrounds and subverts our omnipresent continuum of carelessly questioned causality, the calm contaminator of our daily killer's casualness?
It is neither end or nor beginning, or for that matter, finalfinality, in and of it's self. It is a sound of eternal resonance from a tunnel of timeless time, a contemporary chasm, deep and immeasureable in design and dimensions. It is an aural extrapolator on today, tomorrow, and what is to be.
To be the to be continued...

All of this begs a question, IS THERE any ultimate causitive action forever shaping and shifting our second by second, minute by minute, day by day, decade by decade, into unquantifiable idiot oblivion? Are we to reap only repetition in our post post modern acts of outrage, over and over, reading and reaping it's rewards in newspapers, television, played out again in film and theatre, faltering forever to find the last loop of "truth," and romantic "reason?" To this querie the announcer's voice answer's tonelessly intones: "stay tuned to this station for next week's intriguing episode."
"To be the to be continued....T.B.T.T.B.C....."