They say the hardest part is getting started. Really? I know nothing about that. I’ve gotten started a million and twenty-seven thousand and one times. Okay, maybe I’m underestimating — but when it comes to starting, who’s counting?
In the beginning was the word. What word? The word Up? But before the Up, there was a Bottom, no? A rockbottom.
That’s where we begin. The start. Perhaps the first of many starts. And can there truly be a true start? False starts happen all the time.
Stop.
Think.
Is a false start akin to taking a first step with the wrong foot? Can the right foot be the wrong foot at the same time?
Words are confusing. You can’t take them at face value. It’s Monopoly money, only this time we’re trading in context.
Float.
Case in point. The word just floats in some meaningless abyss, searching for the anchor of a context.
Sigh.
That’s the point.
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