The Endless

"To be conscious at all is to be conscious of time, and of time's arrow: of Destiny. And to know that is to know that time must have a stop: to imagine Death. Faced with the certainty of death, we Dream, imagine paradises where it might not be so: "Death is the mother of beauty" wrote Wallace Stevens. And all dreams, all myths, all the structures we throw up between ourselves and chaos, just because they are built things, must inevitably end in Destruction. And we turn, desperate in our loss, to the perishable but delicious joy of the moment: we Desire. All desire is, of course, the hope for a fulfillment impossible in the very nature of things, a boundless delight; so to desire is always already to Despair, to realize that the wished-for Delight is only, after all, the Delirium of our mortal self-delusion that the world is enough to fit the mind"

 A origem dos Endless de Neil Gaiman como descrita no prefácio da compilação "Book of Dreams"