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  Sometimes it's what …  

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  Tearing through the number two as if a paper note was all there was to tear through.  As if Sudoku was a magic square and irony was a seat with no chair.  The only thing that stands up to criticism: a two leggèd chair with no seat.  

  Sudoku became a crossword as numbers turnèd to letters and brought agreement to the characters.  

  “Quickly!  Corrupt one word with another,” said Witham Sispa to his musa.  

  Witham Sispa sat alone in metaphysical contemplation.  

  On a scrap piece of paper he drew a square of opposition.  

IT LOOKED LIKE SO:  

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  On each side of the part of the symbol that was a square Witham Sispa wrote a message.  Each message was in direct agreement and direct competition.  Witham Sispa was a civil war 'cian, a Logician, and a pretty adept magician.  It was a perfect syllogism.  

  He read it aloud to Sarah, his musa …  

  “All Hebrews are Israelites.”  

  This message ran along the top side of the image.  

  “All Hebrews are not Israelites.”  

  This part of the message was inverted and upsidedown in opposition to the initial preposition.  

  “Some Hebrews are Israelites.”  

  This was a sub-contrary that ran along the left side of the shape between the preposition and the contradistinction.  

  « Au contraire… » said Witham Sispa, and concludèd: “Some Hebrews are not Israelites.”  

  The final solution to the Jewish question was one of mutual toleration; two different types of peoples' rights to co-exist together.  Mister O'Niste enterèd the room to enquire of Mister Sispa.  It was a large room on the second floor of a Parissien boulevard.  The daylight shone in through a large bay window.  

  O'Niste strollèd over and lookèd at the piece of paper over Witham Sispa's shoulder.  

  “Aha! Mutual toleration,” he said.  

  “The mutual toleration of sub-contraries,” replièd Witham Sispa.  

  “Our understanding of a Hebrew transmission accords to all classes of tribe definition,” said Mister O'Niste.  “And how do you tell tell a Shi'ite from a Sunni?”  

  “How?” wonderèd Witham Sispa.  

  “Ask a Sufi!” replièd Mister O'Niste.  

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