[There is no lighthouse. There is no writing on the tablet. There is nothing here.
Yet words still come to mind.]
STATION OF THE NOT
If you seek nothing, you will be nothing. There are no star-schemes in the electric places, there was no journey East to flee the White and the Westernmost’s games. There is no Gate which was opened by the Seven-Fold Knock, nor is there a Darkness between the Clusters which leaked into the firmament.
There is no Replacement of the Earth with the Other Earth which the Blue so craved. There is no anger in His shapeling-wards, there is no hunger that cannot be sated, there is no treachery that cannot be undone.
There is nothing here, and thus it is so that you, now, are nothing.
no subject
Yet words still come to mind.]
If you seek nothing, you will be nothing. There are no star-schemes in the electric places, there was no journey East to flee the White and the Westernmost’s games. There is no Gate which was opened by the Seven-Fold Knock, nor is there a Darkness between the Clusters which leaked into the firmament.
There is no Replacement of the Earth with the Other Earth which the Blue so craved. There is no anger in His shapeling-wards, there is no hunger that cannot be sated, there is no treachery that cannot be undone.
There is nothing here, and thus it is so that you, now, are nothing.