Something to Consider About Nothing.

   "In the beginning there was Light. In the beginning there was the Word.In the beginning there was the Voice. In the beginning there was the Voice using the Word to bring Light into existence by uttering the word Light into the Void. Thus, out of the void came the Light and from it everything else.But if something can be made out of nothing then something and nothing are made out of the same material, so to speak. If something can be created out of nothing by the sheer utterance of sound that gives meaning to it, then the only difference between something and nothing is in the naming, By calling nothing something, nothing becomes something, but the truth remains that nothing really changes in the great scheme of things. The physical constitution of nothing/something, if it can even be called that, remains the same.
   That means that heaven = hell = purgatory = void = return to god. Eternal life = death forever. Mahatma Gandhi = Adolf Hitler. Al-Qaeda = UNICEF. Good and bad are indistinguishable. 0 = 1 = 2 = 3 =...= forever.
   Nothing is everything because there isn't anything.
   Now, the sad thing is that some pieces of this nothing thought themselves up, imagined themselves up, then thought up and imagined and created this thing called reality.
   These little nothings got very caught up in all this reality they invented, and made it very complex and cynical, so much so that it made them forget that they were really, in essence, still nothing. It made them stupid. It made them real.
   We are the descendants of these stupid, real people who forgot they were nothing. So we go on epic journeys, from nothing to nothing, we start in nothing and end up in nothing, we never leave nothing, but we perpetuate our delusions. On some level, we know that we're nothing but we're too scared to think about that. The whole time we're making this journey from nothing to nothing, we sense, we hope, that there is someone, something out there, a third presence that follows us, watches over us, narrates us, dreams us into being, and we hope that this being means something, is something.
   What is this something we hope is out there?

1) Fill in the blank

    The third presence is_________?

a]God

b]The Narrator

c]Ismet

d]Mustafa

e]What?

f]Me

g]You

h]Who gives a shit?

i]Something

j]Nothing

k]All of the above

l]None of the above

m]All/none of the above

{I you answered m- All/none of the above, you are on your way to becoming nothing.}"

-Ismet Prcic, 'Shards'