Conclusion is never the end. Oh, it may tie up some dangling threads here and there, but there are always more questions than answers after it's done. We conclude wars, trails, marriages, races, ball games, even life. What is left over but the intangibles, the roads not taken? I suppose that's what makes us so fascinating as a species...the inability to conclude with any definite end...and the audacity to ask, "What If?