We are creatures of information,
And so, we are creatures of communication.
I realize this.
So I write my message, read over it, and fix a few typos.
I roll it up and put it in a little bottle,
And I calmly approach the shore.
An infinite ocean of bottles.
No water, just bottles.
Quadrillions and quintillions of different bottles
Floating, sinking, washing over and around one another.
I cast my bottle blindly into this ocean of bottles.
Squint my eyes, and watch it float farther and farther away.
There it goes.