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We are writing for 10 minutes. No editing no going back. There will be typos, there will be grammatical errors but that is the point. He never really knew when the red apple flew past his plane. He never really knew the real frame of the idea. I don't feel like you resepct the apple and its peach. Why not keep going then?

Here was the end. The end of all things. A wide chasm, darkness, nothing. Why was Jake here? Jake knew nothing. he only held within him the indellible urge: JUMP

So he did. Into the nothing he fell. Or was he falling at all? Interestingly, nothing removes the gravity, nothing removes the air. Nothing takes away the sensation that otherwise was inextricable from life.
Jake was beyond nothing. He was something. Ironically, paradoxically, something was in nothing and Jake knew now exactly what he needed to do. He took out his bag of vaelir and did what he was told not to do: he opened it.
Nothing went in.
Nothing was gone, and Jake found himself at home.