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Saying a lot to say nothing really gets a bad rap.  Talking in circles for a while is great even when, ultimately, it's only to prove that there's not much to say in the first place.  Because, really, there's not all that much to say, anyway.  And, the most interesting thing about all this nothing is the only way to come to terms with it is the futile act of attempting to symbolize it.  If we don't do that.  If we fail to go through the motions of attempting and failing to symbolize the something that is actually nothing, we might mistake it for something.  We risk pooling meaning behind shaky, fragile signifiers that we never explore, never peel back the lid to see the emptiness inside.  The idea that we always have to convey some datum, some rational and utilitarian fact with our speech seems noble on the surface, but that's the only place it can ever exist.  It perpetuates shared delusion.  It allows us to put too much faith into the fantasy that we have all this under control.  What if the only real way to cast light on this lack is to dance around it?  From this standpoint, saying a lot to say nothing is one of the most important things we can do.

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