THEORY OF NOTHING afternoon I close my eyes and is it sleep that comes or thought thought like a mountain sleep like a mountain from my mountainous sleep I am thrown into the well of thought a long fall with much twisting wind still blows strong I hear it more clearly with eyes closed the floods are passing downstream last night the storm prepared itself and tested our readiness to receive by this afternoon it has forgotten us behind my closed eyes a theory is being formed it is about nothing it relies on nothing for validation how did nothing begin where is it going why is there nothing instead of something the theory of nothing rises like a mountain from the midst of the sea or like a person tossing off his slumbers the storm the floods the wind are nothing once they are gone when they come again where is nothing