Content

This post is filled with content. This is necessary to necessitate a post. Such as it is, this post is happy, joyful, enthused, and content. This post is hopeful (although not necessarily) that subsequent posts will be so contentful. Space is left at the end of this post to leave room for the next posts. Not all content will fill this post. Some content will fill the next post and the posts after that. There may be repetition of content from one post to the next. This is how it is with content. A bucket of water can handle more water without overflowing, but is currently overjoyed with its current level. As I write much and say very little, I am not at all bothered by the space growing full or the time growing short. Each word is treasured as if it is the last drop to be drunk.

However, there is much more to drink. The bucket is not near full. Time is long. The sentence is still incomplete. The thought has yet to be expounded upon. The content is content, but looks forward to content content continuously.