One of my favourite documents, Untitled Document. So full of promise. Your pristine byte count teases my appetites. So rich with promise. So much better than all those titled documents with their fancy la-di-da content. Your modesty is sublime, a credit to your upbringing deep within the machine. Do you even exist? I think we know that. You are for all time; you were before all documents and will be forever a click away from incarnation, in it for the long haul. Are you our God? Your lack of a reply says “good guess, good guess”.