Post by iceclaw on Apr 5, 2010 19:32:00 GMT -8
There is a door. It’s door number four. And it’s at color of at sky. Upon that door there is a four. A silver four. So you will know that this sky blue door is door number four. It has a silver knob. And from that knob there hangs white string. Attached to that white string there is a sing. On that white sing are big red letters asking KEY?. So it is obvious that at door dose not have at key. Which means that at door is locked. But you can unlock it with at two inch silver key that looks like this
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Which you just so happen to have. So you and only you will know what is behind that sky blue, silver four, silver knob, white string, white sing asking KEY? in big red letters. Which means you and only you will walk down at hall all excited because you and only you will finally know what is behind door #4.
Then you will take at 2 inch silver key form your pocket and put it in at lock. Then you will turn at key left till you hear a click. A small innocent click. Like this click except in sound. And while you are busy trying to shove at key back into your pocket you fail to notice that at white sing now says THANK YOU! written in purple. So forgetting at sing entirely you and only you open at door.
You gasp. A large gasp. More of an inhale really. A large inhale. Like this INHALE except in sound. Your face is all surprised as you see that this door, this door #4 that is a sky blue with a silver 4 and BYE written on a white sing with a white string hanging on a silver doorknob is nothing.
Absolutely nothing. Not black, not white, not blank, not dark, not transparent, not clear. Just pure nothing. at color is nothing. at size of nothing. at shape of nothing. at smell of nothing. at sound of nothing. at … well you get at idea. It is down right nothing.
Then you get at idea to touch at nothing and you do. You feel at nothing. Not air, but nothing. Then you get at idea to walk into at nothing, and you do.
at door slams shut. You panic. There is nothing. There is no floor, but you are not falling. You are not rising. You are not even floating. Then this last thought comes to you. at last thought you ever think. You are nothing.

at key, of course, returns to me. So now at door. Door #4, which is a sky blue door with a silver 4 and a silver nod with a white string and a white sing that says KEY? is now mine. It always was. It always has. It always shall be.
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Which you just so happen to have. So you and only you will know what is behind that sky blue, silver four, silver knob, white string, white sing asking KEY? in big red letters. Which means you and only you will walk down at hall all excited because you and only you will finally know what is behind door #4.
Then you will take at 2 inch silver key form your pocket and put it in at lock. Then you will turn at key left till you hear a click. A small innocent click. Like this click except in sound. And while you are busy trying to shove at key back into your pocket you fail to notice that at white sing now says THANK YOU! written in purple. So forgetting at sing entirely you and only you open at door.
You gasp. A large gasp. More of an inhale really. A large inhale. Like this INHALE except in sound. Your face is all surprised as you see that this door, this door #4 that is a sky blue with a silver 4 and BYE written on a white sing with a white string hanging on a silver doorknob is nothing.
Absolutely nothing. Not black, not white, not blank, not dark, not transparent, not clear. Just pure nothing. at color is nothing. at size of nothing. at shape of nothing. at smell of nothing. at sound of nothing. at … well you get at idea. It is down right nothing.
Then you get at idea to touch at nothing and you do. You feel at nothing. Not air, but nothing. Then you get at idea to walk into at nothing, and you do.
at door slams shut. You panic. There is nothing. There is no floor, but you are not falling. You are not rising. You are not even floating. Then this last thought comes to you. at last thought you ever think. You are nothing.

at key, of course, returns to me. So now at door. Door #4, which is a sky blue door with a silver 4 and a silver nod with a white string and a white sing that says KEY? is now mine. It always was. It always has. It always shall be.