reading material

could it be possible? all reason seemed to contradict what the reader instinctively felt. the idea that there was nothing left to read was ridiculed by the logical mind. to an analytical organism whose very existence depended on new material, the thought that even newness could be reduced to nothing, sent an illuminating flash of fear through all the reader perceived. but wait, surely the reader was reading that very flash, for that moment nothingness had become new material and logic had saved itself from oblivion. and yet, the almost inaudible murmurs of instinct persisted, a voice the reader new all to well. it had been that same voice that had led the reader in his training, it was following that voice that made his current reading habits possible, and now, as he listened and read, he heard that voice a little more clearly, "reading will end". somewhat concerned the reader looked to the hands, they drew circles in dry sand.