Nothing in Common

Leave a Comment / By Paul Hughes / April 3, 2021

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[you are not here]

It’s not going to be easy.

Thinking of nothing takes longer than one might expect.

[In]famously ‘a show about nothing’ Seinfeld ’twas really about nothingness.

Nothingness is nihilism and is to the nothing of creation as ‘a live coal dropped in the sea‘.

Ours is the God whose ‘strength is made perfect in weakness‘ — weakness being the nothing of strength.

We really need to get this — it is not metaphor, save as all things are, nor an image nor ‘a way of saying something.’

[Tho it is, too, a way of saying something, only a way of saying something that can’t be said only seen and only with eyes.]

It isn’t hyperbole tho ’tis a funky form of inhering synecdoche, the nothing standing for the whole which is nothing.

There is to be nothing between us and God, nothing but us and God, nothing to do or not to do, nothing.

It’s the ultimate in OK-ness, penultimate to nothing; all coming before: antepenultimate.

There are no [more] shoulda coulda woulda and nothing to say those about.

What’s said about it necessarily and immediately fails.

It’s not going to be easy.

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