The Empty

               He couldn’t think of any way to identify this place. It wasn’t small, that much was true. It wasn’t large either. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t barren, nor was it verdant. It wasn’t dark, nor was it bright. 

          There were no people, that much was true. There were no buildings either. There were no airplanes, cars or roads, any semblance of any life, had vanished into the ether. There were no plants, of course, in fact, he had now found there was no ground. He couldn’t see a sky, in fact, he couldn’t even see or know which way was up and which was down. 

           There wasn’t nothing, that much was true. He wasn’t in an empty void. There was something, in the emptiness, but nothing here seemed to exist. He saw no reasons for these things. He saw no existence, besides what his brain conjured up. He saw no logic for it all. No, he saw none at all. 

        There was no truth, that much was true. He didn’t see what else could be. He didn’t see how things could be when nothing could exist in truth. He couldn’t fathom how this void was not the void that it appeared to be. Then it hit him, then it snapped into place. He saw now how this could exist.

       It wasn’t real, that much was true. No, this void did not exist. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t true, in any way. But it was not a nonexistence. Oh no, it was worse. It was not an empty void. Oh, no, it was worse. It was not a nothing. Oh no, it was worse. It was not a nonexistence, no, it was an unexistence. It was not zero, it was not void. It was negative, it was a counter. It wasn’t a nothing, but an anti-thing. It wasn’t empty, it was Not. It wasn’t a shadow that light didn’t touch. It was a black that consumed the light. It wasn’t an empty space in the cosmos, it was the antimatter. 

             It wasn’t good, that much was true. It wasn’t safe, that much was true. It wasn’t sane, that much was true. It wasn’t anything, that much was true. It was Not everything, that much was true.

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