Manuscripturally Allegorical

Allegorical Manuscript

"The remains remained projected ...the presence of the present, the
imaginations of its past and anticipation of the future...All of the
Mortal lived just to be meaning. Immortals remained buried as the
writing of the undying." Dictionary of magic realism

Borges was puzzled about JLB's title in a manuscript called the
'stranger' and baffled by its description of him as the stranger and
his encounter with an ever familiar motif of literature assuredly
rewritten and overwritten in prefaces of great works of fiction
spanning decades, clans, centuries, fictions having conceptualizations
as truth of time.

On rereading statements in it connected to the verbosity of being
scantily clad, Borges by sheer imprisonment of reason and the effort of
its liberation in fiction deduced that conjectures just possibly
exists! So too the irony of this became unreason as meaning of fiction
became consistently logical as a drawing of a lettered by
poly-deciphered script, alluding to a dubious manifestation of phonic
poltergeist as the dreaming game of the labyrinth.

On reinterpreting the desert of textual insertion it became coherent to
Borges that the art of literature called the "period" lay in a
closed-door ritual of memorizing a single letter as the meaning of
eternity and of its phone as the magical possession of the permanence
called in lay literature of all periods as the "permanence of the
symbol

Error of punctuation is a departure to the grammar of immanence.
Denigration was blasphemy as it involved the manipulation of the
original myth or magic of the writing. This was how the translator left
the paragraph.

Borges concluded that this particular "symbol" was assassinated to
diverge its power to hold to a single truth of meaning. Heterogeneity
was warring with the logic of allusion and figures as deception were
truthful as the meaning of being idiomatically hidden. It was written
here, "woe to you mortals as time is a memory of just another's
memory.

Borges concluded his penultimate that he would be pen writing about the
very ignorance of being anything other than a labyrinth. Turning back
on his chair, he felt amused at his effort to talk to another called in
literary jargon as a simple word: the alter ego.