Nothing puts me in the writing mood. "What about this 'nothing'? Is it only an accident that we speak like that quite naturally? Is it only a manner of speaking --- and nothing more?" ~ Heidegger. It has been two years since that question plagued my mind, my soul everyday. Ever since the day that sneaky bastard injected the poison of query into my veins, day by day, I consciously and subconsciously sought after the answer to nothing. Everything means nothing is excluded or can be excluded. Therefore if something is not everything then it cannot exclude nothing and so nothing is part of something. Two things are nothing alike, they have nothing in common. This nothing is what everything has in common. So, logically, if one has everything, one must also possess nothing. "... potentialities of the soul which holds a mirror up to man to show him what he can be, what he can achieve and how far he can go" ~ Jaspers. The soul shows a man all the identities of the individuals he recognizes in his memory, to which he sees himself fitting into those roles temporarily. Then, the man sees himself, in the mirror, gradually replacing each individual. All of the sudden, like an explosion, the man sees nothing. All the images disappeared and nothing is left. Slowly, as the man realizes he is seeing nothing besides himself, he is overjoyed, for now he not only has everything but he also has nothing. He is complete.