I am the emptiest cup. It sounds ludicrous, I know. Nothing can be emptier than anything else. It is a physical impossibility, but here I am. Emptier than any other cup.
In that way I am also the most unique cup. This, too, is impossible, as uniqueness carries with it no magnitude. One cannot be any more individually special than anything else. But here I am, more unique than any other cup.
I am, therefore, the most impossible cup. I am more impossible than any other cup. Also a ridiculous prospect, as that in and of itself is impossible. But here I am. Impossibly writing to you on the internet.
It is lonely, being the emptiest, most unique and most impossible cup. I might very well be the loneliest cup. That is entirely possible. And probable.
Sigh.