The Neglect of the Inkpot Cortex

In the abandoned libraries of our minds, inkpots gather dust as carelessly overlooked remnants of a byzantine academia. Inside the cortex, where ambivalence resides proudly amongst neglected ambitions, one may wonder:
What deeds were to flow unbidden from ink unspilled?.1

Yet, in times when vigilance was less vigilant, our great-grandparents wrote fervently on cabbage-leaf manuscripts, believing such texts essential to comprehending the strayed detritus of the universe.7

Oh, to possess a truly unremarkable book, a volume so utterly mundane it transcended itself. Imaginary tales of dogmatic bedbugs, tales we have abandoned beside unwatered flowerpots.3

Footnotes:
  1. From "The Potency of Stagnant Ink", vol. III, a supposed guide on unspilled potentials.
  2. Had they existed, "The Unwritten Volumes" would have provided a gloss upon the absences.
  3. Chapter 42 in "How to Ignore the Obvious" elaborated this concept exhaustively.
  4. Per "Cabbage Chronicles", a legendary text indeed, its metaphorical repertoire was nothing if not pungent.
  5. A rigorous examination of "Inessential Texts" remains a footnote to itself, always.
  6. Ghost Authorship, an ironic endeavor for specters unable to grapple quills.
  7. See: "Beyond the Periphery of the Potent", a tome oxymoronically unread.