What is nothing?
Nothing is really something.
Pondering this has made me realize the truth of it.
My hands might look empty but are they?
Isn't there something within these "empty" palms?
To begin with, air isn't nothing.
Try living without it.
Absence is not empty, its actually filled
with something feeling like a presence
palpable yet not quite nameable.
So, the next time we find ourselves
feeling nothing. Let's give it a go.
Sink into it and feel every corner.
Next time we're feeling an absence,
the "goneness" of a someone
lets feel it to our bones.
It's the heart of paradox.
An exquisite, often painful,
always beautiful mystery.
kastilwell
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