Nothing is perfect. This blog is nothing. Does that mean this blog is perfect?
Which is better ….a piece of bread or eternal happiness? Nothing is better than eternal happiness…but a piece of bread is certainly better than nothing. Does that mean a piece of bread is really better than eternal happiness?
There are reasons why people like me love paradoxes. They make the world of the ordinary and mundane seem so exciting and wonderful – like the one-sided piece of paper called the Mobius strip. Life is rich with them to the point that you will never reach a stage when you have exhausted all of them.
Nobody writes anymore. But I am not nobody. Does that mean that I didn’t write this post?
Perhaps, with little bit more of confused reasoning and misguided logic, you could prove that everybody is nobody.