"And it would be like saying that to anyone. Some words carry the same import wherever they are sent—regular mail or special delivery—yet other words are so generic that the way they're sent defines their meaning. Which are which? Is it really possible to tell?
"People are just complex words: layers of meaning, and the routes and paths they travel, accumulate and gather in the corners of dance halls, growing into contorted brain-like dust bunnies, shifting nervously toward their purpose. Of course, that purpose is only discovered when it is reached, no sentence ever complete 'til it is punctuated, and then only as punctuation ever is, a marking of rhythm and really a pause in the infinite. Do people really know where the period goes until there is one to be marked?" he wondered out loud.
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