Bathrobe Prophet Volume XX: Nothing is Wrong
61I am become Nothing.
It was Halloween night and I was of course ready for anything. Any party, any movie, any hell spun horror, any hottie in a costume. Anything and everything was on my mind. Nothing could surprise me and that's just what it did. There is no way to be ready for nothing. Even a small blip of it can rip the mind apart. When I opened the door to see where all the trick or treaters were and I saw that beyond the doorstep lay nothing, I closed the door quickly.
The human mind has no ability to comprehend nothing. Easier to accept a zombie horde or modern consumer society shambling toward your door then the vastness of true emptiness which now lapped upon my doorstep. Even in the vacuum of outer space you are surrounded by the vacuum of outer space. It is, if nothing else, a concept. A concept once believed to be ether, which has been replaced by atomic partials, also now micro-ceded by supposed strings. When confronted with true abyssal nothing the human mind breaks down quickly as it tries to define the clearly undefinable.
Our lack of ability to deal with nothing separates us from the animal kingdom. A wolf would not panic at the site of nothing nor would the sheep flee from it. Our greatest evolutionary asset is also our greatest malformation. If we had stopped progressing after the opposable digit we would have ignored nothing like any other right minded creature of instincts. Evolution, nature, or the dubious God Fellow may have cursed us with reason to counter balance the usefulness of the opposable digit. Reason, while great for devising structures and codifying acceptable manners of conduct in battle and in social congress, has left us more mentally fragile then any other creature. It would have been a curse, because the guilty divine force gave us reason but left the instincts in play.
In dealing with nothing, the paradox is that it isn't. Instinct tell us that it is undefinable but reason must define it as something, which it cannot because it is nothing and even defining it thusly does not hold. Like mental sharks we must swim or sink; define or die.
I sat down on the couch and tried not to think of the great unqualified non-reality outside. I was going to have to go into the nothing sooner rather then later. The doomsday clock ticked toward that moment. In infinitesimal crawl toward the unknowable void. Would I make that nothing my own or would I become nothing.
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I absolutely adore Entropy. The thought of the Heat Death gives me the most delicious chills.
Nirvana?
No, nirvana has a definition. In nothing, there is nothing.
No need to look to Eastern creeds; my understanding of entropy and the void come from Lovecraft and Leary.
No, Cthulhu and his ilk are not nothing and therefore are something and thus cannot be part of nothing.
If by Leary you're referring to Timothy, I think he may have indirectly helped me get my head around the concept of nothingness.
Even in our understanding of nothing we still find comfortable concepts to wrap it in.
The sleeper and his ilk are that which rise from nothing. Called forth from the void by their own malevolent will!
Cthulhu for President: Yes he will eat you; but he won't lie about.
Remember you're writing on hubpages. Keep it to a fourth grade intellectual level.
Just a bit of facetious, cynical banter between two jaded philosophers Too Deep.
If hubpages is so intellectually lacking, where would you suggest more stimulating fare might be found?
Yeah and like we don't know who you are... Too Deep... I mean Cheech... I mean...
@ CWB, I am sorry, I got lost on the desolate streets of the internet highway, and I am somewhere in the back alleys, sleeping behind a dumpster, scribbling my notes and have regurgitated enough worthless words to form a book. I hope I can join you soon in a search for intellectual conversation on this highway, find a nice little nook where reasonable men can partake in stimulating discourse in hopes to one day shatter the glass view so many have.
@ HB- Don't start calling me names now. I'm a sensitive individual. ** gag **
Sounds like a kindred soul to me Horatio. Or a glib sophist. Capable of emotive prose either way. We shall see I suppose.
The rooflessness is getting to me. I think I left my notebook at the plasma clinic. Mental breakdown obvious on many levels. More people are reducing their involvement in my strange spectacal. Moving; instead to become spectators unable to look away from the horror of human psychological implosion.
Sleep is never easy in a world you can't trust.
Indica. You can't help but sleep, even when you smell the lycans out on the hunt, when you smell the dead flesh of lurking vampires, you should know my friend, you can't stop the ultraviolet dreams after a few tokes of the indica. Wake up, rebalanced, refreshed. Stop the implosion at the fuse.
The strains keep me from succumbing to the strain. In this environment though the insomnia is greater then my capacity to medicate. No need to fear the awful beasts of the evening. Cold is quite enough to keep my mind from shutting down for more then 10 minutes or so on the buses and trains. I had a good campsite but it was routed by the authorities while I stayed at a friends house, for the night. Thought it was remote enough of a greenspace to not worry about breaking camp everyday. Everything is what I can carry. I don't even leave clothes to hang dry in my gym locker for more then 20hrs now. Full report on this awful state of affairs pending. Weird days and harsh nights at the press desk friends. No deadline can be met without first meeting the conditions for survival.
Sounds like things are getting pretty harrowing Horatio. Take great care.
There is maybe two days of freezing temps here in the Los Angeles region. Plus, since you have a serious medical problem, there are plenty of doctors to address your needs. In fact, I hear there are more pharmacies nowadays than Starbucks. Crazy. Never thought I would really see the day...A good hobo makes for warmer weather, doesn't he?
Mayhap I will TD. Mayhap I will... when my unemployment runs out. So long as I have money coming to me in this state I'll keep it.
franki79 says:
5 weeks ago
Great hub you are absolulely right; the human mind cannot comprehend nothing