Nada
It was all nothing, and a man was nothing, too...Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it was nada y pues nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee...
If this silence lengthens To weeks, months – why, even years You might not learn it when I die. If we are never to meet again, You will never see the lines That ravage my face. If we are never to talk again You will never know That you were there Always in my thoughts.
You shrug, says ‘so what?’ ‘What if you died – Everyone does, don’t they? What if you got old – Everyone does, don’t they? What if I don’t care whether you think of me or not?’
Nothing matters, really. Or doesn't it? Does ‘nothing’ – that is, having nothing, matter? Or is it that ‘nothing’ – no thing, matter? I say, what really matters is – nothing, the vacuum. All that matters to you is you And all that doesn’t relate to you, doesn’t. Take you out of you, Nothing remains The way I now take me out of I … Which is to say, the world ceases to exist when you do.
It reaffirms my belief that everything is actually Nada, nada, nada, nada.