Emptiness breeds contempt.
I don’t agree with this. And I don’t really know what I was thinking when I wrote it. Emptiness breeds emptiness breeds emptiness, until there’s nothing inside the nothing.
I have no idea what that means, and I have a feeling this topic is just going to lead to gothic poetry if I give it too much thought. So in the interests of sparing my handful of Faithful Readers, I’m going to stop now.
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It’s all beginning/To feeling like it’s ending
I have a circle of silver on my desk. It’s about the size of a quarter and it’s completely blank. Grant Morrison’s dealt with this: a blank insignia that symbolizes invisibility. It also stands for possibility, and really when you’ve got a blank emblem it can stand for just about anything, can’t it? So this empty insignia stands for everything. For possibility of everything. I think I may use it as a charm, and I have no idea where it came from.