Reply #10: For my 2000th post i found an old one and here it is (very short):

[izzybeans]

The thing about not being able to write is that words do not flow freely, as I suppose they would on a normal day. Yet a paradox comes to mind. The entire time I experience this block, words continue to flow freely from my mind. So much so that I must turn attention to the ubiquitousness of the institution of language; leading me to remember the words lie mostly out there, and not in here, where I've convinced myself to stop. This brings me to my favorite lesson. If you want to uncover your unconscious look around. It surrounds you. You've displayed it and made it your home. In this very den reside the words I must now use.

That is the end and it ends in nonsense, just as it begins. But I suppose I went on and finished my work afterwards.