Here, consider this. A man, sitting down in his library/study whichever you prefer. Resting his head looking peaceful. Though upon a look closer you will see his temples moving. Which basically means he is thinking, no pondering about a dilemma. The poor soul; such burdens should not be drawn to him or anyone else. Well at least not this late into the night. The cruelness of the world. The question about this man is that is he bothered about things to do or having nothing to do? Do note both is a painful thing to bear.

As the man stands, he absentmindedly adds more 'fuel' to his fire place. Still in his work clothes with the top button un-buttoned, he feels the weight bearing down on him. He realises that he would not be able to solve all these at this point of time. Too lazy to bathe, he washes up in the bathroom next to his library/study. He walks up to the floor above grabs a set aof pyjamas from his wardrobe and a robe to cover him up from the chill of the night. Walking back down, he fiddled with the thought of having a good warm coffee before sleeping. A coffee addict you see. Busy people tend to be one. Mostly. He let that thought pass and settled for some already warmed milk in the flask by the refrigerator. Temples still pounding.

Now the milk soothes his chilled nerves,but did not stop them from being edgy. He was glad that no one made any call to his household this night. It woudl hvae been unpleasant. He walked up to his bedroom got himself comfy. Hands behind his head with one feet crossing over the other.

A thought was needed to push away the many others that thumps in his head. To drift into dreams with scents of sweetness. Was it lavendar? No, something else. He never did care to take real notice.The scent was simply nice. In his mind,deep silk smoothness rolls through. An annoyable noise which he simply adored. What thought was able to push aside the wrecking of his nerves and absentmindedness, and set his mind free to rest through the precious night?

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The end is also the dawning of things.
Now what pondering that line brings.
Look to the end to reach a first's first.
allowing yourself to solve this riddle's thirst.