Ouroboros










Emptiness is everywhere and nowhere!

It surrounds us, it covers with her mantle the body of our existence. It’s in things, inside things, outside things, in-between things, around us, inside us. Is real, corporeal. Not a metaphysical abstraction. You can feel it, sense it, intuit it, touch it, eat it, scream it! And even so we try... Time and time... To complete it, to fill it. Oh! The delusion of denial, that this thing isn't us, it doesn't makes us, and that can be fulfilled by... things. Only the circle can complete it, the construction of the  deconstruction of the construction. Ouroboros! Fulfillment by unfulfillment, filling aby emptying. Emptiness is everywhere and nowhere. In the meantime, I have bills to pay!

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