Jean-Francois Lyotard says, as the sun is likely to explode in about 4.5 billion years, there’s not much point in phrasing unanswerable questions: they’ll just end up meaningless when the human race goes up in smoke with the rest of life as we know it. So lets discard some unanswerable (ergo useless) questions, right from the get-go.
1) What is the point of this Blog?
1) Why is it that a writer as boring and sedentary as this one chooses to claim (s)he is ‘running rampant’?
2) Who reads this, aside from people the writer has commissioned through guilt, loyalty, or reciprocity?
3) Where will this go?
5) Why does (s)he use the Fibonacci Sequence? Is it some pretentious inter-textual reference to The Curious Incident of The Dog in the Nighttime? Was that really a commercial link on his/her first page? Why has (s)he stopped numbering these questions? Can it be (s)he doesn’t know any of the Fibonacci’s after 5?!?
Do not expect following posts, should they occur, to answer any of the above questions.
In the words of Mark Twain, “Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.”
I was going to go with the whole epigraph of Huckleberry Finn, but that had been done to death by a hundred blogs funnier than this one.
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