a reply to:
Agleaya
Thrice I went in search of the void and always there was something, something, something.
Over the next hill, though the next valley, beyond the endless beach there was always, something.
And on I traveled, I needed to know.
Stories, myths, ancient tales pointed, deep thinking thinkers thought it so it must be that nothingness I needed to know
Children, innocent children made claim to it. Across the world throughout the ages mothers would ask, ''What are you doing?'' to be answered
''nothing''. Fathers would question ''where have been?'' and told ''nowhere'' Surely I could find this place where nowhere, where nothing was.
And then I could smell it, over the horizon, just one step closer to the edge, the abyss as my foothold James Webb as my companion I looked and turned
around and then I felt it.
Behind me I swirled holding my breath to not scare it away and there it wasn't, wasn't at all. Because right there the only place left where nothing
could be was, yes, something. The not that is not even not wasn't, isn't .
I go there now, from time to time, out to that cliff on the abyss and gaze out upon that great nothingness and always it isn't there. There is,
always, something.