And so it begins . . .

TV shows about,

“Nothing.”

Cat videos about,

“Nothing.”

People wearing,

“Nothing.”

People making,

“Nothing.”

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

No thing.

At all.

Yet, we seek,

“Some-thing.”

But it slips through our slippery fingers.

So we end up with,

“No-thing.”

Plato understood: “I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.”

So did Tolstoy: “We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.”

Even Oscar Wilde: “I love to talk about nothing. It's the only thing I know anything about.”

“Something” slips through our slippery digits.

We’re left with, 

“Nothing.”

As it began—so shall it end.

ARTWORK: Overunder & Yale Wolf