No nothing
only those wintry crows
bright black in the sun
-Ikkyu
For after all what is man in nature?
A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing,
a central point between nothing
and all and infinitely far from understanding either.
The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed
from him in an impenetrable secret.
He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness
out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.
-Blaise Pascal
