383. ONE DAY HE JUST DROPPED

ONE DAY HE JUST DROPPED
...It may be that he fell from the face of the Earth,
dropped off, disappeared, forever. Or it may have
been just the appearance of same - some ephemeral
magic is like that, after all. The only thing we know is
that what once was there is gone. 'If there's nothing in it,
it's empty', the burly fellow said that. I answered back,
'Are we so sure of that? Is it always so?' - questioning
his mark, and myself as well. He then turned his words
around, and said 'It's empty if there's nothing in it.' Ready
neither to agree or disagree, I left him standing there.
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There always a declension among men - Mankind, I mean -
that limits the sapient from the sane. And there are those,
on either side of that line, who often act the same. How
can that be? Shouldn't we say 'if it's 'this', then it's not 'that.''
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Illusion is a dapper trick. The light lines lie, posing as they
do on either side of some cosmic camera lens. 'I want what
is not there', that fellow's tattoo had read - shamelessly,
and right across his forehead. He disappeared from the
world. One moment he just was no longer there.