Where there is nothing exists the desire for something. As in light dwells darkness, within nothing there is a craving, a longing, for there to be something other than what it is.
There is a dialectical symmetry to everything and even nothing possesses it. Ideas present themselves through conflicts. Nature is the culmination of a force, or law, which eternally reproduces itself and is its own cause. In everything, as in nothing, something must happen which takes from its origin and replaces it with something new. This new-ness that flows is always different from what it flows from. It can never be the same, nor can it be reversed. Once a moment has passed, once an act is made, it becomes an eternal act and is indifferent to that from which it began. A “nothing” is the original act, the darkness which is first before the light. Even that darkness is in light, once there is light, darkness reverts back to what it was; an isolated nothingness and a centrum of silence where no life can dwell, nor can any further darkness take place. The light that emerges from the darkness is darkness itself and not truly light. It couldn’t be light, for it starts out as an abyss of emptiness. It becomes light through the craving of darkness and the solicitude with which nothing carries forth. It is the anxiety inherent in darkness, the turbulence within itself and the chaos on which it desires to act, that the light from it springs forward, for this is the semblance of darkness freeing itself, and the nothingness now becomes a something. This something, pressing forth, is filled with its own cravings, its own needs and wants which, through consciousness of reason, makes its own determinations and fulfills its concerns with the external world.
The evolving consciousness, through its dealings with others and with the universal idiosyncrasies that fall before it, is always faced with the nothingness of its own self, the mundane and unimportant status it holds in the world, and the conflicts which arise around it. Its desires are thus shaped no longer by its own self, but they revolve around an origin of ideas which have nothing to do with the original consciousness, and everything to do with the consciousness of others. It becomes an eternal exercise to fulfill the demands that apply outside itself to satisfy an interminable craving from within itself. Therefore consciousness becomes an adjunct, a member or a part of something that is unconnected to it, but retains an alignment that is difficult to sever and, moreover, exposes its own weaknesses as its nothingness becomes a something which is really nothing at all that can decide its own needs for itself. It falls back, incessantly, into the darkness of its own creation, and the silence of its personal demands which float behind the shadows of the indifference with which it is confronted.
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