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The Big Mistake

A rock, Air, rain, a ham sandwich, we name it all into something. Whatever the language naming nothing makes it some-thing gives it substance, a name. What if you discovered an unknown un-named no-thing? Its nothingness cannot be described using any comprehensible reference points, Its form is not formless, but not any known form. Now name it, label it with some name that distracts yet attracts. Make it a thing. We have already made the big mistake, already stumbled into a hole with no ground around it. We can call it whatever we want. God perhaps? Any number of adjectives to bolster, or substantiate it by a name, but we have already missed. Don't name a no-thing.

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