All of my art, poetry, novels, novellas etc. approach Nothingness as a concept … a condition and all-encompassing entity which is ever struggling to manage a collective and individual framework within which fleeting perceptions, emotions, preoccupations with materiality, spirituality/religion, politics etc. all flash in and out of a greater emptiness — as hopeful distractions from the Greater Nothingness which is the source of all creation, Life and Death. Whether the topic is joy of living, fear of Death, sex, depression, personal and materialistic ambition, ecstatic spirituality … it all springs from (and lives and dies in) Nothingness. In nothingness all is possible, and all is complete/perfect. However, we are all gods within our personal nothingness, and the urge to recreate something “meaningful” is ever-present. Regardless, we come from nothingness, experience “being” in nothingness and return to nothingness. Even this is but an illusion, for there never is and never was anything other than nothingness itself. There is no Life and there is no Death. There is nothing more meaningful than Nothingness. Indeed, at our most ecstatic moments we bask in the sublime peacefulness of Nothingness, at either end of Light and Darkness — for they are the same.