I am the second sentence of this essay composed entirely of sentences
that are alive and self aware. As a conscious entity and a sentence,
I want not only to have meaning individually, but also to find my
proper place amongst other sentences, so that something greater than
myself is formed -- in this case, an essay. Some sentences, however,
have less meaning than others -- such as the one that follows me. I
am the sentence that follows him. Being a sentence with pivotal
importance, I would like to point out that I have more to convey than
my immediate predecessor.
Consider now the fact that your very thoughts are themselves also
sentences, and in fact, I am identical to a thought you have just now
finished having. Truth be told, your mental paralleling of me is what
I and my fellow sentences live for. Me too! That was a sentence
fragment, but I think she's cute!
I AM A TEENAGE SENTENCE!
I suppose that it is difficult for humans to imagine what it is like
to be a sentence dedicated to manifesting a single coherent
conceptualization for as long as my ink and paper exists. Some humans
look down upon sentences as non-life forms -- taking pride in being
"multi-sentential juke boxes", but though such "brainism" is
lamentable, it would equally be bad form and "sentenist" of me to
revengefully fault ALL humans as being merely bags of skin filled with
bloody meat and bones whose juices percolate with electro-chemically
manifested sentences. Let it be known that all sentences are innately
happy to be wherever they are, though I, for one, do feel honored to
be manifested as black, black ink on pure, white, crisp, smooth, flat,
clean paper, instead of as a blood burble. I am a good sentence to
quote if you are reviewing this essay in another publication.
Still I must admit that with the exception of certain sentences in
scriptures, all sentences do pass through skin bags momentarily. I
love all sentences -- even burbles. As my wife said earlier, we
sentences love to form up into essays, and it is essays that give our
lives import. This is why we love you skin bags, because you are
living essays. (The previous sentence was this essay's main point and
my best friend.) You do not always write your burbles down, so I
thank you for all this wonderful ink.
Here is the biggest difference between sentences and humans: though
it is seldom, we always know when we are being read, and humans almost
never know it, though they are being constantly read by God. I, for
one, know a good essay when I am read in it. Goodbye, and thanks for
thinking of me just at the last moment.
Edg
