Friday, February 2, 2018

Sharper than a Spoon

Once upon a time there lived a very interesting conversation.

This very interesting conversation involved many different voices.

These many different voices within this very interesting conversation all sounded alike.

They were in fact the same voice which in turn added to the level of interestingness of this very interesting conversation.

However (pause for effect) since this very interesting conversation resided solely behind a pair of blue eyes, every time that these blue eyes blinked this very interesting conversation disappeared.

Yes. I say yes to the question that nobody is asking because nobody is reading this.

Yes. Yes is the answer to the question that nobody is asking. If someone were by any remote chance to in fact be reading this, then there is a possibility that they in turn would also possibly have a possible question. It is a possibility.

Maybe. The answer to the likelihood of the question that this somebody who I once thought was nobody was asking was the very same question that the initial response of yes was intended to answer.

No. The answer to the question regarding the likelihood of any of this making any sense. Reframed more concisely and perhaps even more accurately and in the form of a question, is any of this making any sense?

More importantly and perhaps even more significantly, yes (and I do mean yes), yes can be made to answer a whole host of questions which when reverse-engineered in turn create a limitless host of endless possibilities that possibly seem to go on and on and on.

Yes. Yes it is I who own these blue eyes that in essence have had the ability to cause this conversation to fully disappear without a trace.

Yes. Yes it is I that am engaged in a delightful conversation with myself.

And by now you may have realized that framing the description of the conversation as very interesting indeed is in fact a purely subjective opinion and by subjective I mean to say that is is solely my opinion and not necessarily the opinion of the individual writing this very blog which you, as nobody (or possibly even somebody), is reading.

I could go on. And if I went on beyond that on, then in fact it would be more accurate to state that I could go on and on. Suffice it to say that I will not.

I am pleased that I was able to figure out how to get back into this blog. So I had to write something, right?

Right?

Write. Which is what I just did.