1 Anything cancels everything out. If each point is a singularity, thrusting all else aside for good, “good” takes the form of a throng of empty chairs. Or it’s ants swarming a bone. 2 I’m afraid I don’t love my mother who’s dead though I once – what does “once” mean? – did love her .
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Local anchors list the ways viewers might enjoy tomorrow. One says, “Get some great....”, but that seems like a stretch. The other snickers, meaning, “Where were you going with that?” Like you thought * Like you could defend vanity in the sense of idle conceit, vacuous self- absorption, doing whatever it takes to whatever because, really. * As if to say, “Conceit is the vacuum energy.”