There’s a lot of nothing out there. And then there is something, and that something is really something. And then, a lot of nothing again. Expanding and contracting. Breathing, existing. Disappearing, reappearing. Colliding. Becoming something else. It’s quite a thing. Amazing. Here you are; you are something. Don’t compare it, “Oh, that’s so trivial.” In this universe nothing is trivial— nothing. Even dust is not trivial, because that’s all there is— compacted dust and loose dust. You’re dust. But it’s something, not nothing.
