The Monk and the Priest.3.- The Memoirs of Zeno

Something went wrong the last time this happened. Clearly, something was bound to go wrong for it could go wrong. However, I do not feel that it was completely wrong. In order to be completely wrong, it had to have been half wrong. Dis is one half. Press any key to continue. In order for it to be half wrong, it had to be a fourth wrong, and so on. Basically, it is broken. How do I know that it is true?

I know it is to be true for the mistake was in its rightful place. The mistake was where it was meant to be at that instant and was not meant to be elsewhere at the same instant. However, if the mistake was not present at the very next instant, then the instant that holds that instant is in fact not present at that instant. The instant in which it was supposed to be present was present at the instant where it was to be present.

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“Tense? Present?
Dense? Persistent?
Rap that line first with a pant
In a loose pant and a skiing mask.
Now that is what I call a supertask.
Supertask? Is that what you accomplish?
Answer this. Why do you feel so astonished?
Or is this something out of tune?
Pretense? Swoon?
How do I know that it is true?”
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I know it is to be true for the Man in the Moon told me. The Man in the Moon told me many tales. He told me a tale of how he once stole a sheep from the Man who had Infinite Sheep. To the Man who had Infinite Sheep, from whom the Man in the Moon stole from, one sheep was nothing. Hence, all the subsequent sheep he stole were all many nothings to the Man who had Infinite Sheep. However, the man had a sheep whose fleece was black as coal. It was a black sheep that went moo. It was actually a cow. What does a fox say? How do I know that it is true?

That is not the truth but it is how I like to look at it. The way I look at it, the entire episode is an excuse to be lazy and defend it with a logical paradox. What if I did not want to make the mistake in the earlier episode? I could have written a non-self-referential explanation of what I wanted to say. I like to think I can paint portraits of fiction, sometimes to cope, sometimes to escape, and sometimes just because it makes me happier to constantly think about a bunch of crazy made-up shit. Logos. Pathos. Ethos. That is the truth. That is how you reach a destination. Thank you for flying CSS, have I told you the story about the monk and the priest?