Wednesday, May 27, 2009

On Silence


In the void there is nothing but
an absence an absence of light of sound of thought of anticipation of resignation

Atoms do not vibrate for there are no vibrations in the void

Everything that is that once was that ever might be is no longer

There is nothing

Complete and perfect

Nothing

If it were possible to visit the void would I then become a welcome burst of something in the midst of all that nothing?

Or would the nothing envelop me stripping me of all that makes me myself?

That makes me alive?

That makes me exist?

That makes me something?

Anything?

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