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Dr. T.S. Murphy-Sullivan visited "Delta" Dave Handelman at the latter's house. The latter pulled out two guitars, uncorked a bottle of wine and led the way to the backyard. They took their seats and both let out a sigh.

Delta: How are things at The Murphy Report?

Doc: I've been averaging more than 6000 hits a day."
Delta: And Facebook?
Doc: After serving another one-month sentence for crossing the line, I posted today for the first time.
Delta: Haven't you learned your lesson? How many times does Facebook have to discipline you before you are going to change your ways?
Doc: Every time I write something, I'm placed on probation. Not everyone shares my vision. Not everyone appreciates the fictional/realism genre. I've decided to embark on a quixotic quest: I am going to search for the nothingness of nothing. I have to liberate myself from the importance and the significance of something.
Delta: It sounds like one of your Zen tangents. I don't know the escape route from something, but I have a suggestion if you are unable to discover the nothingness of nothing.
Doc: What would that be my fine feathered friend who lets his freak flag fly?
Delta: There is the unanswered question of the nothing of nothingness. In your Eastern mind, you have the advantage of finding comfort in the opposite. Hate is really love. Death is really life. A straight path takes more time than taking the crooked path. I could go on and on. When you're playing out of tune and time, you can argue that you can only find your voice in cacophony and that euphony exists for those musicians who lack imagination."
Doc: It's great to have an excuse for being a pathetic musician. An artistic one at that.
Delta: When does this pilgrimage in search for the truth in a lie, or as you would say, the search for the nothingness of nothing begin?
Doc: Now is as good a time as ever. I must embrace the mundane. If my grandfather on my father's side were alive, he would be 130 years old today.
Delta: Happy birthday, Grandpa Murphy.
Doc: My dog was hit and killed by a car last week.
Delta: It gives you a reason to find another pet. I wish a drunk driver would run over my old lady. A puppy can help you forget the past.
Doc: My old lady is on the third day of her period.
Delta: Therefore, in order to gain this insight into the nothingness of nothing, we have to lament for those who have been buried for a century, recall all the animals in our pasts and comment on our wives' menstrual cycles.
Doc: I am only following the dictates of Facebook. Those anonymous censors have told me that I must pursue the nothingness of nothing. Something is out of the question.
Delta: So, no more politics? No more sex? No more crazy perspectives about our futile existences? No more being the voice of the voiceless?
Doc: In order to achieve that blessed state within the nothingness of nothing, there will be something of significance  standing in my way that I must ignore. It is going to be a long journey with many obstacles, but Facebook, like the Buddha, will be at my side pointing in a direction.

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