Is this the end or will you go back to the beginning?

Is there really a beginning and an end to everything? I’d like to think there are exceptions. It’s rare, but sporadically, time becomes a fluid continuum: an always and a never simultaneously. Sort of like when two people collide and they’re not sure if it’s the first time they ever met or the last and they are frozen in a moment for all eternity. There is a complete lack of definition when you lose yourself and all notion of the world around you, as you find yourself wondering where one person ends and the other begins.