There is no Nothing

There is no Nothing. There is only something, but when I say "only", I don't mean that there is only one Something, because there are many. So there is only Somethings. Collectively all Somethings are Everything, but as Everything is not Something, it is Nothing, thus Somethings are collectively Nothing. The Contradiction is grand, and the meaning is pointless, but that pointlessness is the point of the journey, at which point the journey is both finished and begun. To see Nothing as pointless is to see Everything as having a point, but because Nothing has a point then all things are pointless, being that they have no point. This is my point. Yes, it is a word game, and that is why it fails, and I only care for its failure, for within the failure lies the success, which is then the journey begun and the journey finished. Without the pointless journey undertaken I cannot see that there is no Nothing, at which point I can see truly what Everything is, not Nothing, but something; having a point; Everything; yet because Everything is Nothing, then Everything is pointless, which makes pointlessness Nothing, absolutely decentralising every point, which is its pointlessness. When you point to a point, it becomes pointless, for Nothing is pointless, so you cannot point to it, that's what I'm pointing at. This monologue is pointless, but that's its point, the metaphysical deconstruction of all things metaphysical.
There is no Everything.
There is no Nothing.
There is no God.
There is no Self.
And...
There is no Death.

The physical and inescapable here and now of the body is its own death that it lives. The existential reality is through Death. But Death, as I have just announced, is Nothing, the same as Everything, the same as God, and the same as Self. Self is Everything, except Nothing, because Nothing doesn't exist, except in non-existence, where it must always reside, together with Self. No matter where I turn I will not escape this dialectic between Everything and itself. But I do not care and I do not attempt to escape, for it brings me joy to perceive the truth about the lies, and the lies about the truth. The core is the joy that effervesces in ecstasy at the announcement of clarity, the clarity of announcement. And what I announce is Nothing, the silence that reigns and descends unheard. The city of gold that ascends with the herd, the last shard of the first dawn that brings forth the golden light that dims the day. And in the darkness does the light rejoice, and in the light does the darkness rejoice, for both see themselves, and they are the other, and within their other lies their own death, but in death lies Everything, outside of itself, and always within. My Death is within me, without me. There is no without, for that is within; and there is no within, because that is without; it is the mirror entity, the ambidextrous thought that can only be understood by the same thought: no thought. No thought is Everything, and no thought is Nothing. No thought is Nothing, so every thought must be Something, otherwise it wouldn't be thought, it would be no thought, and that cannot exist, and that is its existence.
I only care for the failure of this dialogue, the crushing of the ego-orientation. Ego is dead. Ego is Death. Death is Nothing. This is wrong, it is Nothing, I cannot speak the truth, and that is no lie. Do not pay heed to these words, for they are Nothing in themselves, each revealed as Everything and destroyed therein.

I'm going downstairs to put this spring from the mechanical pencil into the silver hinge that I've been making.