The Ring
The ring looked very old.
"The ring has a history," the merchant said.
He showed me the small symbols that were engraved in the ring.
"Perfect," I said. "I'm fascinated by ancient things. Do you know what the symbols mean?"
The man looked me deep in the eyes. I shied away from his intent look and eyed the ring more closely.
"Beginning and end are one," the man said.
I looked up.
"Isn't a ring a perfect symbol of it?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied. "Quite naturally. Is this wha