A Tossed Stone

does anything ever have a true end, is there anyone who ever truely forgets, is the past ever truely buried, and put to rest; the words that a man speaks today, lives on in his thoughts tomorrow, as well as in the memories of others, often, even after his death; the shot that is fired, or, the blow that is struck, or, the words that are spoken in haste------; these are like stones, which are tossed into a pond, and,they begin to create ripples, and,these ripples keep widening; yes,these ripples keep widening, widening ever outward; until they touch the lives of others, often people who are far removed from ourselves.