i. The likes are now hidden. Finally, we are free to be no one again. ii. There is nothing to like, no person to do the liking. There was never anything unliked to be brought through the threshold of being liked. There is and never was a membrane to cross. The post was liked before it was written. Do not take my word for it:Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father's care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. ...