Nothingness

God made everything out of nothing but the nothingness shows through. Paul Valery Only silence wells in the dark throat of the evening and anything you hear is of the world's making or your own mind filling up the empty spaces. Music is made this way and poetry, as they try to give substance and form to what is missing, to fill that gnawing void with a note or word. Works fluoresce as exotic creatures do in the dark of deep seas, small, faint flickers punctuating the unknowable with momentary life. And so it is, we are drawn towards a centre that seems everywhere, a nothingness rolled into a ball, the circumference of the infinite that resides within us all.