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In the realm of Nothingness. 

I look around. 

There is nothing here. 

No thought. No idea. No feeling. 

Just Peace and Nothingness. 

However, in that Nothingness, there is identity. There is attachment. To all but Nothingness. 

The attachment to Nothingness is sacredly approached by the earthlings. 

Taunted from standing afar, slowly approached to be torn apart. 

This Nothingness becomes an object of witness. 

No, it has change colors. 

All conspire. Paint it in colors. Give it names. Give it expressions. Give it emotions. 

All dress it up so that it exists on the stage of the World.

So that each feels happy to see another alike. 

So that each feels less threatened to see another similar. 

In the realm of Nothingness. 

I look around. 

There is nothing here. 

No thought. No idea. No feeling. 

Just Peace and Nothingness. 

But it shouldn't last, it couldn't last. 

For it has to enact the fears, the joys, the emotions of existence. 

For it has to disguise in a definition that symbolic. 

For it has to appear in the costume of the musical. 

For it has to become the prince of his own. 

For it has to pretend to just hear what was said. 

But it has to enact exactly what was unsaid. 

But truly within, It remains what it is. 

In the realm of Nothingness, exists the Nothing it truly is. 

A happy, A peaceful, that shall be torn and remade

Into a definition of goodness that calls for pretending. 

I am the Nothingness and I am the earthling. 

Within each of us lie, a Peaceful Realm of Nothingness

and within each of us lie, an earthling that becomes the color of the other. 

an earthling that runs to another and team then combines to color the deny the Nothingness that exists. As Peaceful as Joyous. 

Somewhere in the Realm. 

Nothing makes sense. 

For it is Nothingness. For once, a thing that is not suppose to make sense.