Emptiness and nothingness are objects of perception. I just say there is no-thing. What there is in a holiday is—no story, no past, and no self.

In my empty enchanted hands I hold fabulous treasure; the immense nothingness of heaven, the vacancy of space, and time’s fleet magic. Look how it has transformed me. For I am now crowned with negation, mantled with absence, throned on nothingness, empress of exceeding glory, the splendour and wealth of love and death.

just as we could ask “Where is heaven?” we can also ask “Where is Nothing?” I don’t see Nothing. I see Everything. And if you see Nothing, it’s not Nothing if you can see it. There is no empty space. Everywhere is something, even if we don’t understand what that something is. I told him I see a universe that springs up into itself over and over