Consider this your warning.
There is absolutely nothing of substance below, so if you choose to continue, you do so at your own risk. You may waste precious minutes of your day, and there are certainly more important things that you could be doing. So, don't click the link to read more. Save yourself the time.
After all, I am not writing this for you, or for anyone else really. You could say that I am writing this to myself, but that might not be entirely accurate. You can stop now. Really, there is no reason for you to continue.
But you keep reading.
You decided that maybe this is for you. That perhaps I would write something meaningful or insightful or clever or profound. That some small piece of wisdom would jump off of the page and implant on your mind.
You read because you are curious. You like the mystery, or have a penchant for the unknown. You live on the edge.
Or maybe you felt compelled to continue. Even now, is there a reason?
After all, I have somehow managed to string together some words in a somewhat intelligible way that fails to create any value whatsoever. In my quest to write about anything, I have actually been writing about nothing. This writing has no value, except for its intrinsic value as art...
That is precisely why you should not read this post. It is art.