Like small, smooth, rounded waves rolling up some bay-side beach, they shushed into my mind this morning, the four propositions:
It does not exist.
It both exists and does not exist.
It neither exists nor does not exist.
But they came softly today ... not at all the religious or philosophical examples that someone in their prime might explain or dissect until all the flavor was gone. This was like a puff of warm wind against the cheek, an intimate caress that made me wonder how I might ever have imagined it had some "meaning."
Later, I have a dentist's appointment.