Nothing At All

This is the beginning, this is the end, of nothing at all. Nothing at all has no conclusion and no starting point. When the glass is broken, it is not fit to drink from, and the walls come tumbling down only to crush a lame duck. True to form, something cannot be produced by nothing at all, despite the big bang conjectures, and a wheel rolling down a hill is not destined to crash into a tree, even if the tree is directly in the wheels path.

This is the end, this is the beginning, of an array of possibilities leading fast-forwards into nothing at all like an explosion at the other end of the cosmos that is not heard. The truth is explained away in face of its evidence like a lie taking pride and refusing to go away. Pools of pristine waters rendered unfit to drink, and foods manufactured that have the elegant taste of plastic and cardboard with a little salt and pepper added for flavoring.

Nothing at all knocked on a restless person’s door and when the restless person opened the door there was nothing at all. Life is an illusion manifested by a wayward photon that has no purpose other than to bounce against a careless neutron, creating nothing from ten minus the power of nothing at all. Therefore, the elevated think that the universe revolves around them and every word they utter has a tremendous impact on everyone and everything. The dust do not know the elevated name, nor their shape or form and a broken tree branch does not call out to them as it falls.

Everyone hopes for the worst for the other person, feeling confident that they will be swept away to safety when nothing at all that exists calls them from the air. Mark my words because my words mean absolutely nothing at all in the vibrational frequences of this phenomenon we refer to as existence. The headstone has nothing at all to say about anything, just as a phantom will not go around ghosting someone other than what that person conjures up in their mind.

A dune beetle came up with the concept of the wheel and an anthropodenial copied the idea and called it its invention. Volcanos broadcasted the power of steam, and the brute figured out ways to harness it. Anthropomorphism is the current social trend as males and females are being redefined, and as a result diseases are proliferate with this type of thinking and behavior.

The wind blew northeast, but not because of climate change but because it interacted with other streams of air that pushed it in a northeast direction. The simplest explanation is sometimes the best, especially if the goal of a universal nothing at all is your quest.

Look to the branch that brakes away from the tree and consider how it accepts its fate without compromising nor complaint. Perhaps the consciousness of nothing at all is dreaming and it is all make-believe even of itself. When will the unknown be known; if ever, and a blade of grass will again be eaten by the cow that is not forced to consume chemical mixtures of whatever and everything.

If it ever should arise, the beginning and the end will collide and out of the collision nothing at all will be consumed, producing nothing at all in its wake. Thank goodness.