Today I tried to imagine nothing. Not that I tried to imagine nothing at all, no, I tried to imagine something we call nothing. Nothing worked. I can imagine things, but I cannot imagine nothing. Conclusion: nothing is nothing to me. To me the universe is endless because there cannot be nothing around it. If there can be nothing around it, anywhere, I can’t imagine nothing.
I would highly appreciate it if anyone who reads this, with the brainpower that can imagine nothing, gives me a definition of nothing by Email. I look forward to nothing at all.
FIN
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Isn’t ‘to imagine nothing’ a kind of an oxymoron? We can imagine many things, the absence of certain things, even the absence of many things. But we can’t imagine no-things: the absence of all things. For in that case there’s nothing left to imagine.
But maybe…
Nice observation, Daphne.
I try to imagine who you are, but you left no name. You are an Anonymous passenger. :)
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