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The source of deep thoughts overflow from the hypercreative mind of my roommate jesse rodriguez (read and be amazed to the max) Hey, look..I’m a blank sheet of paper, well, actually I’m not anymore, but I used to be. Soon, if this keeps up, I may be a full sheet of paper, filled with wonderful and joyous words that really have no meaning or brilliance behind them, but are there just to fill up space. Sometimes I think to myself, I am a piece of paper, nothing else, nothing more, but I am something more, I just need to figure out what that something is. I looked in the library because I thought that perhaps it would have the answers inside of a book, but I was unfortunately rejected as a failure from that place. I then ventured into an abandoned cave, one which used to inhabit a brute of a man by the name of Unga. He was tall, for a caveman, and quite hairless as well. But that’s ok because he accepted the way he was. He didn’t need to walk around hunched over with a club in his hand just to prove he was a caveman. No, instead of carrying a big stick, he carried a big rhino tusk, and inside that tusk was a vat of liquid which, if ingested, would lead to the mystical world of the lab mice. This world is full of turpentine because that’s what lab mice like to eat. It was everywhere, and nowhere at the same time, but because they were only mice, they didn’t care. In fact, they didn’t give a rat’s butt about anything other than turpentine, unless it was taxes. Lab mice hate taxes. Especially when they come in an envelope that is difficult to open. You see, lab mice can’t open difficult to open envelopes because of their whiskers. They rub up against the envelope and tickle so much that they explode right then and there. Many rats have died in this manner, but hey, I’m not talking about rats, I’m talking about lab mice, which brings us back to the reason for me writing these words: to save the worms, that is the one and only reasons. They get flooded out and go to the sidewalks and roads to be squished. I would like to save them, all of them. They can do it too, but not alone. They need direction, perhaps a map. So I’ll make a map for worms and sell it to them for free, then when it rains, they’ll pull out their handy-dandy map and read it, and it will show them where to go. They will not be led to streets, but high ground of safety, such as anthills, because it’s in the anthills that all the worlds powers are kept. But we don’t know that because it hasn’t been written down, and if it isn’t written down, we don’t pay attention to it because we are too stubborn to believe the words that come out of our mouths. We wish not to dream of the day where the word is as strong as the signature, but instead wish for something to draw that signature with less effort, and that is why the world is falling apart. We are not focused on the right thing here. It’s not about the words, or the signature really, but if we all just took five minutes out of our day to look at a blank sheet of paper perhaps there would be less blank sheets. And more great ideas. That are written down so that people will believe them, live by them, and base their decisions around them. This blank sheet of paper isn’t so blank anymore now is it? No, it’s not, so go out and find a blank sheet of your own, and let it be known that you are against un finished documents. A blank document number one is what you would like less to see, but instead a named document holding thought and words in practice, these shall become what we do and read, these shall become our future and in this we shall create a more beautiful world to live in than has ever been dreamt up. This world will look not like the white absence of words, but like the craving for another sheet untouched. Believe this, and you too can create something deeper than the largest canyon, deeper than the largest ocean, you will create deep thought, which has no ends, no boundaries, and no stop. Deep thought is what is missing, and deep thought can come as easily as the absence of thought, yes, it’s that easy. I am no longer a blank sheet of paper.