This was a very interesting book. It discusses the illusion of the existence of an end. Nowadays, we live in a situation in which the end as such cannot happen. The end fades away with time because we are moving in circles rather than in a linear manner, and this situation has devastating consequences on the us as human beings. We no longer expect the achievement of new things, we merely repeat what was already achieved, and the perfec example of such situation is the fact that our literary products are now the re-production of past legends. The repeating process gives us a fake sense of immortality. we can no longer live, we exist as mechanical beings whose main purpose in life is to reach perfection, or so Baudrillard believes.
