Elucidating Questions

The Nothing, if I named it, wouldn’t be Nothing anymore

But a rose is still a rose regardless of what you call it unless it was never a rose and was actually something entirely different

So if I name the Nothing Joe

Is it Joe now?

And what is Joe?

Nothing.

But now every Joe is like

I’m not nothing!

Well good cause you’re not Nothing and Nothing can’t be you it’s Nothing

So that doesn’t work

If I make it look like something it’s that thing and not nothing

So it’s not Nothing

Nothing breaks all the rules like No One kills themself

Their self

Kill requires a subject

“No one runs” doesn’t require a subject because the subject is no one

But when murder enters it smashes the sentence just as it had to have to have to have been named murder.

Yup, that’s English for you

Ouch.

Reality doesn’t make sense and our language just convoluted the sense it didn’t make

Man had to ask

Why is that flower there

And was probably answered

I planted it

But why

Because it came from a seed that came from another flower

But why

And it just goes down and down forever

Yes but why is the earth here for the flower to be on?

Because it happened that some dust and rocks and shit happened to find some other dust and rocks and shit that had some fire and got stuck here so it eventually due to strong forces that don’t make sense making it into a big rock

But why?

Why for the love of everything why?

And how is it that nothing can still exist here while there’s so much existing with nothing to blame

The very prospect of life itself is

Ridiculous

Who the hell told some cells if they went in this way instead of that way they’d create…

What the fuck

And we’re all giant bubbles of some cells that got together because ???

And holding inside of us an entire system of existence that is so vague they don’t know what it means what causes it where it comes from

Why?

And every single one of these

Existences see not the world

The entire universe

Differently. Some don’t see the universe they don’t think of it, don’t know of it, but it’s there regardless and their existence is an entire universe in itself

Numbers I can’t say

Na na seven

That’s a number now

And we’re all just here

…

Waiting for the day we die?

How much bigger than the universe can the universe be that thought up this shit?

It’s so big and I’m so scared that I don’t have the answers

And then I’m sitting in my living room alone

And faced with all the consequences that this fucked up thing called life has placed on me

If there was somewhere I could, I would, go where I could just think of everything without being hurt and afraid without being scared and alone without being hungry and worried about how to ensure it continues

Rather than face the Nothing.