This may be a first. I’m sitting here, wondering what to write about in my blog tonight. Usually a topic pops into my head right away. Or I can always talk about what’s happening in Korea or on the home front. Well, my sister-in-law and nephew went back home to Shanghai, China today, so I suppose that I could talk about that (they had a great trip, but are glad to be headed back to wild and crazy Shanghai). Nah, I’d rather talk about nothing. That’s right, nothing.
What is nothing?
What does nothing mean?
When someone asks you what you’re thinking, and you answer, "Oh, nothing," do you really mean you’re thinking of nothing?
When you think there’s nothing there, is there really nothing there?
When they called "Seinfeld" the TV show about nothing, was it really a show about nothing?
When you say that someone is doing nothing, are they really doing nothing?
Of course not.
There’s always something. Something there. You’re thinking about something. The person doing nothing is actually doing something.
So I guess you could say that there is no such thing as nothing.
Maybe I’m wrong.
Can you think of something that’s actually nothing at all?
I can’t.
Perhaps a black hole is nothing.
A black hole is an imploded star with matter collapsing in on itself.
That sounds like something to me.
Maybe nothing is inside a vacuum tube. Suck all the air out of a vacuum tube and what do you have left?
Well, you can look through the vacuum tube if its glass. If the light passes through it, there must be something there.
Maybe there’s nothing in sub-atomic space. An atom consists of a proton surrounded by neutrons.
But then there’s gluons, which are even smaller than neutrons, floating about an atom.
Who’s to say that there isn’t something smaller than a gluon that we have not yet discovered?
Maybe there’s nothing in space.
If you can see the sky, look up at the night sky and see all the stars.
There’s definitely something there.
I have concluded that nothing really is something.
Nothing is never quite what it seems.
