This is a sequel to a post I once wrote whose name and content I don’t remember. So, like everything in life, I build this sequel on nothing, a void that’s unfathomable and unimaginable. What are memories but distorted remembrances, deceiving us by giving us a hodgepodge of emotion, words uttered, and images, and telling us it’s the truth? It’s our truth, but it’s also a lie, since it is purely subjective. And if your recollection is a lie, then it’s nothing. I build this sequel on nothing and it will become nothing. It has power right now, but as soon as you finish reading it, it’ll leave you bewildered and wondering if I’m on crack, thus making you interpret it, add to what’s there, rob it of its meaning, and convert it into nothing. This sequel may or may not end up being better than the original post which spoke of God knows what, and elicited whatever it did from the reader. Perhaps you left a comment. A blunt, stoic one saying, good write, or a somewhat abstruse one laced with golden hues of flattery, like your words betray an unparalleled acumen that probes its way through the realms and almost touches the Absolute. I say almost because what we have here are replicas of the brilliant, otherworldly originals, cocooned in the scintillating glow of the Absolute. But none of that matters now, because your comments dissolved into nothing the moment I perceived them, explored their dimensions and judged them. You have also forgotten the exact wording of your comments or your mood when you wrote them, and one big vacuum swallows everything. I shall end this sequel with the mention of a pre-sequel or a prequel/sequel, a post that preceded the not-post-post but also followed it. I wrote that before this (or was it after?), but it’s deleted and whatever was said lost. And whatever is said here will soon disappear in the minds of the few who made it this far.
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