Entity of the East

~ Nothingness ~

Nothing is around. Vast, but empty. I see white, and yet, it is Nothing. A gentle ambience of Silence fills me, although I do not know how I hear it. I feel light as a feather, yet I do not see how that can be. I cannot see, however there is an image in front of me: Nothingness. 

I hear Nothing.

I feel Nothing.

I am nothing.

There is nothing everywhere, so around me must be filled with something. If nothing is around, then Something is here. I recall no memory, only the remembering the Nothingness that always was.

I spend eternity in Nothing. Nothing happens, and I am in Nothing.

A sea of Nothing, plain as Nothing, always is present. I cannot escape from Nothing, as I am nothing. However at the same time, I am not Nothing, for I am me, so I am Something.

I wait for Nothing to become Something.

But that doesn’t happen, for Nothing is nothing and Something is something.

I am a Something enveloped Nothingness.

But if Something is in Nothingness, then does that Something render the Nothingness to become Somethingness? So then how can I be?

Thinking for the first time shines Brightness into the Nothingness. It is white like the Nothing, but it is different. It seems to have substance, Something that does not exist in the Nothingness.

For a while, the Brightness does Nothing. It shimmers in the Nothingness and stays about for the eternity. More Somethings must happen.

I continue being surrounded by Nothing, turning to the Brightness for a Something. Like an idea.

At that moment, a burst of Something rushes to me. It is like the Silence, but not quiet. It is phenomenal, it seems different from Silence, but at the same time, the same. I think about why, and it occurs to me that I am able to hear it. I then suppose that this Something is ‘Sound’. The Sound, I realize, is Nothing like Silence, but rather, it is the fulfillment of Silence. It Sounds wonderful, bringing Noise into me.

Next, I begin to feel Something. I feel that it is something familiar, but I dismiss that thought, for I have always been in the Nothingness. It is a new experience for me and yet, it’s almost nostalgic. It is… warm… yes, that’s it. Warmth. What I can feel is ‘Warmth’. Warmth feels better than Nothing, but I feel as though I am abandoning the Nothingness.

Now I hear a new Sound. It’s not like the Fulfillment of Silence, but it Sounds faint and broken. Then, I hear. It is thoughts, like mine, however I can hear it. . A projected sound carrying thoughts is ‘Voice’, is it not it? I can hear a Voice. It is calling me, however I cannot hear it properly. Does that mean there is another Someone? Do I have a Voice as well?

I give it a try, however I do not know what to say. I think for a while until the Voice seems to stop.

I do not know what to say.

I do not know how to say.

However, if I let the Voice fade, will I hear it again?

I must use my Voice.

I cannot fail now–

It’s now or never–

I think about it, very hard–

All my thoughts are pouring into my voice–

I must–

Be able–

To–

Say–

“Something”

And then the Nothingness shatters.