And nothing is, but what is not.
Death is the room that is always empty.
Nothingness not being nothing, nothingness being emptiness.
Can you say something about nothing?
There exists a world. In terms of probability this borders on the impossible. It would have been far more likely if, by chance, there was nothing at all. Then, at least, no one would have began asking why there was nothing.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
Among the great things which are found among us the existence of Nothing is the greatest.
