The supply is infinite. The demand just forgot.

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the vault, drawn to scale. The lit part is what you have witnessed, enlarged ten thousand times so it shows up at all.

Every sentence above is assembled the moment you ask for it, from a vault holding exactly sentences. Each one has a permanent number. Nearly every one of them has never been written, spoken, or thought by any human being, ever. They were always available. They were simply never requested.

This is the whole economy of the unthought. The warehouse is full. The aisles are silent. There is no price, no queue, and no shortage. There was never a shortage. Demand stopped showing up, so supply learned to wait.

Read one every second, without sleeping, and you would empty the vault in about a month. The vault has been open, in principle, for the whole of human history. You are among the first visitors. A thought is not used up by being thought; take as many as you can carry, and note that each keeps its number forever, so the address in your browser bar is a deed. Send it to someone.