One day I turned around, and there it was: nothing.
Just like that.
Not nothing like another something. And neither not nothing like not
Nothing. Not no thing. Just plain ... nothing ...
That, I noticed, is where I stand: in nothing. I'm not saying that like
a vote, nor like a position, and nor like a preference or (even worse)
like a belief. I am saying that I looked ... and without voting,
without taking a position, without a preference, and without believing
it, I observed that actually where I stand is in nothing.
That is who I really am. That is the source of my life.
Standing in nothing, I can create. Standing in nothing, I can really
invent. If I stand anywhere else, all I seem to do is change or
The trouble with nothing is that once it becomes a concept, it's no
longer nothing, and when it's no longer nothing, then it's not useful
True nothing, however, is a riveting experience against which all
distinctions can be examined, against which all discriminations can be
evaluated, against which all choices can be weighed, against which all
actions can be authenticated, and against which all consequences can be
And it's not inaccessible either. On that day when I turned around and
saw it, it was very, very close to me, literally behind my thoughts. I
turned around and looked at what was behind my thoughts, and there it
was: nothing ... and it knocked me on my ass.