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Nothing

Zip! Zero! Nada! The absence of anything. Not a thing. No portion, no part. What could be simpler and more straightforward? Actually, it's pretty complicated. Nothing is hardly nothing.
In mathematics you taught that zero is nothing. But as soon as you understand that concept, you find out that you can have less than nothing. So nothing must really be something, simply because it is greater than negative and less than positive. And forget about physics. Physicists, while attempting to calculate the mass of the universe, are determined to prove that nothing must really be something, since they can't find enough something to add up to what they consider to be everything. Confusing? Illogical? Unreasonable? If you are not dumbfounded yet then you have grasped this concept better than I have.
On the other hand, we can look at it from a radicals point of view, who considers everything to be nothing, while many minimalists think that achieving nothing is everything.......

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