When death brings at last the desired forgetfulness, it abolishes life and being together, and sets the seal on the knowledge that "being" is merely a continual "has been," a thing that lives by denying and destroying and contradicting itself.
Once you start describing nothingness, you end up with somethingness.
What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!
I am the spirit that negates. And rightly so, for all that comes to be Deserves to perish wretchedly; 'Twere better nothing would begin. Thus everything that that your terms, sin, Destruction, evil represent— That is my proper element.
Nothing is a thing: it's nothing. So I can imagine a place where there's not even nothing.
We are not. We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.
