The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


You don't exist. You're not there. You never have been there. People can't
see you. People can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't see you. I can't
smell you. I can't touch you in the slightest. You're not there at all.
You have never existed. You never will exist. You're not even nothing.
People can't touch you. People can't smell you. You're not even something.
You haven't disappeared. You're not annihilated. You have no presence. You
aren't anywhere. You're not disappearing. You aren't anywhen. You haven't
been here and you haven't been gone. You're not even absent. You don't
exist in the slightest. You're not here in the slightest. You haven't ever
been around. You're not around in the slightest. You won't ever be around.
You don't have substance. You don't even have the absence of substance.
You don't have the slightest substance. You're not even a figment of
imagination. You're not even a dream. You're not even a thought. You're
not even an image. You're not even a ghost. There's no possibility of your
existence. You don't even exist. You're not here at all. You've never been
here at all. You never will be here in the slightest. You're not behind
anything. You're not in another part of the world. You're not underground.
You're not in the sky. You're not behind me in the slightest. You're not
in the universe in the slightest. You're nowhere in any other universe in
the slightest. You don't exist in any way, shape, or form. You're never
anywhere either.


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