As I woke up in the morn, I wondered where I’d been. What is nothing? I am; and glad to be! But where was I, before I was born? “I abhor the idea of non-being,” I thought as I felt a spike of fear. Was I at peace with nothing and then was shorn? How can this be? How can something like me come from a void? This is stranger than anything I have ever seen!

It is said the big bang emerged from completely nothing; but I’m not sold. At its core sits the cosmic singularity that packs infinite energy into zero space. But it is merely a relativistic equation, written with a pen. Blow a quantum breath on it, and it will fly like confetti in the wind. Is the universe really "ex nihilo," as we are told? I wish for a fix. The universe may be weird, but this paradox simply cannot be.

It makes me crazy when I think of the emptiness that some want to embrace. This brood wants to unite, but there isn’t any joy along the way. Why sit on a cushion and un-think about zip? Why is reason the enemy? And what makes nil so great? If people reincarnate as they say; how can nada remake souls? What makes a cat meow and a dog bark, if zilch can’t even smile?