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Thursday, 11 January 2018

Nothingness

In nothingness perhaps is there nothing. Nothingness might be a place that exists somewhere then true. There might be a place where nothing happens, where nothing is seen, or heard, or understood in any way. Nothingness might be out there somewhere beyond the universe itself. Nothingness might also best express the emptiness that comes from an ending of thought, emotion, memory and consciousness.

 Death then, because of this ending, might mean unfortunately our eradication into nihilistic completion. The fact that infinity may remain after our death, extending out beyond our graves where our rotting corpse is, by extending off into the unending distances on all sides might not matter for us human beings. That we live or had once lived might be forgotten by the swift severe hand of destiny. Nothingness then might be for us an actual place even if the universe offers mindboggling secrets that keep unfolding forever. 


 Curiously nothingness is something we’re always up against aiming our thought and invented doctrines at trying to overcome. This great dark curtain must be overcome, for some of us at least, despite the staggering odds against it’s reminding messages. If the cold blank icy stare of death is observed it will rudely interrupt the most lofty of rumors of our resurrection.


Curiously even this odd anomaly of staring finality in the face seems strangely stage crafted for a great unfolding drama of some perplexing kind.

 

This however begs for another observation that should be considered. Nothingness is not really the order of existence. Curiously because of something called “existence itself” something actually happens as opposed to the absence of light, gravity, elements, thought etc.


 In this absence of what alternatively we would of thought of as nothingness, us people, and many other almost endless and uncountable varieties of phenomena, emerge and curiously flail about for a time amid the unknown itself.


We human actors of the stage of the world accumulate our opinions by making many observations while we ask the big questions of how the order of nature works. Is this searching merely an act of random desperation or a great calling we as yet don't fully appreciate or understand.

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  D onald Carter is a writer known for his unique insights on profound subjects such as death, God, immortality, and the meaning of life. Hi...