You don’t know what that means, but that’s not something to be ashamed of. You’ve thought about it a lot, but nothing comes to mind. A whole lot of nothing. There’s no frame of reference there for you to ground yourself. There’s no direction in nothing.
There’s nothing there. But where is nothing? Not here.
Maybe in your mind, when thinking about it, but that gets you nowhere. How are you supposed to think about nothing when you’re trying to actually think of something?
It hurts your precious brain a bit to dance around the thought, so you call off the date for tonight. You say “goodbye” to the nothing, but you’re not sad to see it go, nor are you longing for its touch or anything intimate like that, because, of course, it’s nothing.
There wasn’t anything to get sad over.
Over and over, you had thought about it, but that’s in the past now.
sorry, I was trying to get the answer by processing random data-sets. I apologize for letting some of it dribble out of my mouths.
Dancing in the moonlight, some say, is an unforgettable experience.
But tell me, relating to the moon, how can it make moonlight if it doesn’t even make light? It can’t even stand up to the slightest scrutiny… Really, you expect me to believe you about the moon being made up of curses and codes, and what the word “moon” means, when you can’t even see that the moon isn’t real because moonlight isn’t even real?