Much ado about Nothing
      by James


Sunday, August 3, 2003 - 11:22 PM

  We start, then, with nothing, pure zero. But this is not the nothing of negation. For not means other than, and other is merely a synonym of the ordinal numeral  second. As such it implies a first; while the present pure zero is prior to every first. The nothing of negation is the nothing of death, which comes second to, or after, everything. But this pure zero is the nothing of not having been born. There is no individual thing, no compulsion, outward nor inward, no law. It is the germinal nothing, in which the whole universe is involved or foreshadowed. As such, it is absolutely undefined and unlimited possibility -- boundless possibility. There is no compulsion and no law. It is boundless freedom. 

  Charles S. Peirce, "Logic of Events" (1898)

            As Jay suggested to me in my last rant, it seems it is possible to have a rant about nothing.  That is to say that this entire post can have absolutely no plot at all.  And, while this seems to be a contradiction,  Jay has assured me that it is indeed possible.  So in this rant I intend to do just that, rant and write about absolutely nothing whatsoever.  There will be nada, zip, zilch, nil, and a complete lack of story and sense to this post.  Why? Well two reasons: because I can and because nothing has happened since my last rant.  In the past days since my last rant there has been nix, naught, zero happenings of any worth or interest at all.  You might say that I haven’t done a single thing, and you would be right.  The days have been just packed with the monotony and boredom that is life during the summer months. As strange as this sounds, I am  actually looking forward to the start of school just so I can have something to do. So while I am writing this there continues to be a blank, nihility, void and zot of things to do. But, since I have so much free time I decided to write this post, aren’t you glad. Wait, it seems I lied, I do have a point to this rant: Possums have pouches like kangaroos. Whew! I'm glad I remembered that. I would hate to prove Jay right on anything, especially on this. So, now that I have made the point of this little journey into the vacant happenings of my life I shall end here with a few words of wisdom: If you don't know where you are going, you will wind up somewhere else.

 "The Mick" - Feet are made of bone, bones are made of lasers, therefore feet are made of lasers.

Currently doing: nothing