William Shakespeare

hallo

Hallo, hallo, what an odd thing to evoke from my mind! 'Tis a word of great mystery, one of which I can't seem to define. For in my head, I must confess, it is a word of such confusion. It's neither here nor there, yet it evokes such a curious illusion. I pondered and pondered, and scratched my head in thought. What is this thing called Hallo? Is it a thing that can be bought? Is it a sound that can be heard? Is it a thing that can be seen? Or is it a feeling that can be felt, like a gust of wind in between? The more I thought of it, the more I realized that Hallo was really quite complex. It's a thing that can be said, yet it holds no true meaning. It's a word that can be used, but it's really quite deceiving. And though I still have no true answer, I can conclude with some mirth. Hallo is a thing that cannot be defined, and so I'll just say it again: Hallo!