Something Fantastic
When He did not, one did. When He did, one didn't. The Antithesis reigns over those who cannot find their true selves, as it knows them. Do not fret, for it does not feel like you do (For it already has). It cannot feel like you do (For it already did). It will not feel like you do (For it already will). It is only in your mind, but what would that mean? Not that it does not exist, but that to others, it might not.
The Antithesis is everything, and it is nothing. It is love. It is hope. It is everything in between. But it also is not.
A way to grasp such a non-being would be to think of a river. The river exists, yes. And it flows. Oh, does it flow. But it will never not flow. Such as the Antithesis, it will never not be anything. It will also be nothing.
It is not that the Antithesis does not exist. It does, oh yes it does. It is just that the Antithesis, much like anything else, would not exist if someone, a wishful thinker, a gifted thinker, a great philosopher, did not imagine it first. Think of a plant. Someone knows the plant exists. They might already have given it a name. Christopher Williams, they call it. They care for it, nurture it. But they do not talk of the plant to anyone else. Not that the plant is not important, but that the plant is like any other plant. Would you like to talk about plants? Likely not. And to the person they are talking to, they do not know of the plant. Thus, in the friend's mind, the plant does not exist. They don't, and likely never will know about Christopher Williams.
A sad truth, as the plant named Christopher Williams indeed is such a beautiful plant. Yes, Christopher Williams exists. Through the Antithesis.
Oh such a wonderful thing, that Antithesis. So wonderful, so bold, it truly is; Something Fantastic.