wordsmithlind

He sat and wondered at the thought of nothing.  If nothing was nothing and something was something, then something couldn’t be nothing yet nothing is something.  His mind raced in a plethora of directions, filling the world with nonsense.  No sense, this is, can’t be sense if there is no sense.  What sense?  Nonsense.  No, that doesn’t make any sense…if he went up, he went down, but he never went to the side.  Well, that doesn’t make any sense.  No, sense, nonsense, it makes sense.  For if he went down, he is sure to go up, but be careful of side, for it has no sense.  Side has no sense, nonsense.  Sense, it has sense, just it is nonsense.  Nonsense of the finest sense.  Finest sense with the finest scent.  Nonsense, that makes sense.  What scent is sense if nonsense has a scent?  Why, that makes sense, sense is of a scent that has no other sense.  Nonsense makes sense only when it has a sense.  The sense has a scent, making it nonsense.  If the scent has a sense, then it is nonsense.  That makes sense. 

He walked on, on top of a top spinning around the top of the house that stood on top of the stilts.  Around and around he rolled and pulled.  The line he walked was straight, yet curved with the earth as it twirled and towed.  This doesn’t make any sense.   Sense.  Sense.  Why, nonsense, it is sense.  Can you tell me why this doesn’t make any sense?  It does make sense, nonsense, if you look to see the sense that you lost is rather important.  Nonsense, it isn’t a scent that you seek.  For if you sought a scent, you would have to stop the top on top of the house on top of the stilts.  Nonsense.  Sense, this is nonsense.  If I stop the top on top of the house on top of the stilts I am surely to fall in to the see below.  If I fall to the see I won’t be able to see the sea that’s on top of the top.  Nonsense, if the top is to stop it will make sense only when you see the sea, so stop the top in order to see. 

He stopped the top and what did he see?  Nothing.  Nothing lain in front of him.  He did not see the sea nor did he fall up from the top on top of the house on top of the stilts.  It made no sense.  He walked on and pondered some more.  If the top stopped and there was no see…if the top stopped…if the top…if the…if…if he started the bottom off the bottom of the house off the bottom of the stilts maybe then he could fall up to the see and into the sea…start the stop get to the top.   Nothing.  He could think of nothing. 

On he walked with nothing but sense.  Sense will help me on my way.  But there was no sense and nothing made sense…nothing made sense…that’s it, nothing made sense.  Nothing makes sense.  There is nothing that makes sense.  There is no sense.

With a smile and a grin he strolled on knowing that nothing made sense.

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