The tree falls without a sound, but The Nothing does not care, for the tree falls into The Nothing, and The Nothing will live on and dare. It asks:\"What can escape me? Concepts like me? The humans that created me? No. Nothing can escape me. What is there but is not there? Time, death, words, people, and others that have fallen permanently into me. Concepts of knowledge... They are nothing. I am Nothing. We are understood in knowledge, my worst victim, and do not exist. But we are there. So are we there because we are nothing? Or nothing because we are there?\" It is all nothing. We are all nothing to someone. We are someone to something. We do not know. The concepts, the people and I. All of it is nothing. And we all lust for things in The Nothing, not all of it, but our part we can have of it. What do you seek of it? The all-encompassing why? Nothing matters to The Nothing. And The Nothing will never die.