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Which is more ordered, the empty page, the endless sea stretching to the horizon, the limitless posibilities of the unknowing, the unpedictable, or the story, the harbour, the intricate and minute reality of truth, certainty and sureness. Verbosity and silence challenge each other to a duel for which holds more meaning, while both ignore the sunrise. The moon smiles wearily and forgets to laugh as yet another emotion fights it's cause in the gentle winter night. The catkins giggle playfully, caught up in their latest caper and oblivious to everything, the ending and the unending, the knowing, the onknowing and certainly the duel between silence and verbosity beneath their own tree.
It falls to verbosity to read the terms of combat: "Each party shall select from his case a choice from five pistols. On instruction from conscience, he shall pack his pistol well and prepare for combat...". And so it went, but as the players strode their paces silence turned early and shot verbosity in the back. In the echos of a gunshot silence need not speak:
Here endeth the first lesson.
It falls to verbosity to read the terms of combat: "Each party shall select from his case a choice from five pistols. On instruction from conscience, he shall pack his pistol well and prepare for combat...". And so it went, but as the players strode their paces silence turned early and shot verbosity in the back. In the echos of a gunshot silence need not speak:
Here endeth the first lesson.