“Nothing is Everything”
Skylar Seequn observed an immense hall, every inch of which was filled with objects and furnishings of all imaginable sizes, colors, and shapes. The hall was cacophonous and its air replete with odors. But there was no room to sit or dance or pray. “This is everything!” someone told him. He then came to an equally huge hall, which appeared completely empty. But it wasn’t, really: it was filled with space and the purest of air and Silence. “This is nothing,” someone told him. But he knew that here he could sit in meditation, dance in ecstasy, and pray in awe. “Nothing is Everything,” he thought.