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A Note About Nothing
Life can feel calamitous. Full to capacity. Constrained. Structured and expectant.
Rarely do we find ourselves with Nothing to do. It’s not an easy fit within our modern lifestyle of constant doing and frequent going.
How often do we allow our precious time to pass without being delegated? We claim our peak experiences, but rarely nourish the valleys in between. The Nothingness cushioning our somethings.
But without these voids in our days, a clearing where Nothing much happens, without the still, or drawn out silence, or a time lacking movement or friction, then our somethings cannot take their most powerful shapes.
The somethings don’t dazzle as they could because they are not given the space of nothing in between to breathe. We choke ourselves out.
Weneedthespaceinbetween for the clarity we seek.
Space in between is a necessary Nothing. Without it, our words collide into each other, fumble without meaning, lose the story, and become a chaotic jumble that overwhelms and exhausts us.
What does this look like?
On a page, Nothing is the space between each word in a story, so we can grasp the plot and follow the characters. It is between each note on a sheet of music so we can lean into the cadence of…
