Who can return nowhere?
But for each of us
there is a point of nowhereness
in the middle of movement,
a point of nothingness
in the midst of being.
It is the incomparable point,
not to be discovered by insight.
Everything comes
from the desert of God.
It is the Nothing of God.
Everything wants
to return to it and cannot.
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Nothingness is a sleep of matter but matter ultimately is changed in a thing though it may take millions of years. A philosophic poem Dr. Antony Theodore.