Nothing never hurt me - no, only nothing ever hurt me,
The choice is to do, or to do nothing - to stop, to die.
Nothing is in the spaces in between life.
But, life appears in the nothing like bubbles carried on time and possibility.
Nothing generates life; nothing, is a fluid, a glorious soup.
Life takes life; nothing does not take life.
Nothing is where we all return, it is our whole, our make-up.
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