Never to touch a third shore.
It's reach has an end.
"Either" does not extend indefinitely into an endless abyss.
It is grounded, though inflexible.
A thin line of thought stretches from it's lonely island, seeking in the dark for some soil to plant it's tendrils and whispers.
The thought is glowing almost in the surrounding dark, the finest focused fog, flowing through the vast invisible sea of questions and the unknown, meandering carefree in it's innate way. The thoughts roots curl and twist around the obstacles that are as dark and as invisible as the question itself; the roots, inch by inch, touch by touch, zephyr by zephyr navigate the slack water of the mind.
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