The mathematical zero and the philosophical notion of nothingness are related but are not the same. Nothingness plays a central role very early on in Indian thought (there called sunya), and we find speculation in virtually all cosmogonical myths about what must have preceded the world's creation. So in the Bible's book of Genesis (1:2): "And the earth was without form, and void." But our inability to conceive of such a void is well captured in the book of Job, who cannot reply when God asks him (Job 38:4): "Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding." Our own era's physical theories about the big bang cannot quite reach back to an ultimate beginning from nothing--although in mathematics we can generate all numbers from the empty set. Nothingness as the state out of which alone we can freely make our own natures lies at the heart of existentialism, which flourished in the mid-20th century.
I have almost invariably found that the very feeling which has seemed to me most private, most personal, and hence most incomprehensible by others, has turned out to be an expression for which there is a resonance in many other people.
I am craving a return to simplicity and to stillness. Maybe not even stillness, but a quietness. It's that time again where the less I talk, the better I feel. There is so much noise out there: so many images, opinions, feelings, complications to confront. Pain that society says you need to ~process~. But I don't know about that. Sometimes I think you just need to be quiet for a while and stop trying to look inside, stop trying to verbalise it, analyse everything to death. The answers come when they're ready, you know. They always do.
What haunts me is not exactly the absence of literal space so much as a deep craving for metaphorical space: release, escape, some kind of open-ended freedom.
"Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all barriers within yourself that you have built against it."