Blank piece of paper

A blank piece of paper is more than its essence. The paper is a canvass for what is to come. It is actually the symbol ideas and the unintelligible world itself. As humans we are unable to see what how the significance of the paper different from anything else in Plato's intelligible world? From a Humean perceptive, there's nothing we can do to perceive the ideas that are being prepared to be written unto the paper. The intelligible world offers no sensory perception to which humans are able to discern. The ideas that are to be place on the paper are therefore as real to us as the designs we see on the blank white paper. The dualistic nature of life is that there to parts of of the world: the intelligible and the unintelligible. The only way to understand what words or ideas are going to be placed on the paper is if the unexpressed ideas are your own. According to Descartes, the furthest you can go in knowing ideas or existence is to know your own existence: cogito ergo sum: i think therefore i am. Of course this places Cartesian philosophy under the threat of solipsism, or the idea that you are the only one that exists. But when it really comes down to it, the Humean and empirical 'wrecking ball' explains it best: how do you know? How do you know that there are ideas that exist outside your own mind? How do you that the paper even exists in itself? The proposition that we are all just brains in a vat is incredibility possible at this juncture since the existence of almost everything is being questioned. 

The paper itself is alienated from its other paper friends. He is abandoned. From his home, his comrades, his consciousness, he lurks. The paper was once a tree. Which was once a seed. Which was once a tree. The cycle of life wears on. What is life? 

Below is a picture of a blank piece of paper.