TV shows about,
“Nothing.”
Cat videos about,
“Nothing.”
People wearing,
“Nothing.”
People making,
“Nothing.”
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
No thing.
At all.
Yet, we seek,
“Some-thing.”
But it slips through our slippery fingers.
So we end up with,
“No-thing.”
Plato understood: “I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.”
So did Tolstoy: “We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.”
Even Oscar Wilde: “I love to talk about nothing. It’s the only thing I know anything about.”
“Something” slips through our slippery digits.
We’re left with,
“Nothing.”
As it began — so shall it end.
