Never ending nothing

 No boundaries, no objects. Nothing here. Nothing here at all. This is not a thing. There is no thing. This is what it is. There is no life to have. Or not to have. It is not about things. Not about anything. What it is is nothing. Where it is is nowhere. Not anyone not anywhere, this is where it is. This is what it is. This is what this is. We don't see it because we are attached to being something. The something we are attached to being is something that we never are. We cannot be it because we never allow ourselves to fully be. For to fully be means letting go of this something and embracing what we call nothing. Which is not really nothing. For there is no nothing and no something. There is just no-thing. Which is this. There is no-thing everywhere. When we try and make it something, we lose sight of it and feel lost and confused. There is nothing we can turn it into. Because there is no real power we have to make anything different than it. We see ourselves as some something apart from this, this too is an illusion. There is no power or consciousness apart from it. The battle is an illusion. All the battles are illusions. There are no battles. There are no battles. Nothing is different than no-thing. Everything is no-thing. There is not fight. There is no opposition. There is nothing against anything else. Nothing wrong with anything. No difference between anything. No wrong or right. Just No-thing. No way to fuck up. No way to succeed. No way to change anything. No power or difference to change. The self is a dream. The self is totally a dream. We think we wake up to human consciousness, when we wake up to something totally different. Our inability to comprehend this and our fixation on what we believe it is push us in the wrong direction, if we could go in a wrong direction. Humanity is simply not the bottom line. No-thing No-where is the bottom. We imagine we are human in our core. I don't think we are. I don't think there is anything in particular in this imaginary universe that we are in our core. I don't think we have a core, because we don't really have a body that could possess a core. Nothing in this universe is material. No self has eternal substance, unless this substance is something other than self. Which we mistakenly comprehend as some other special kind of self. We don't see outside self though we often think we do. To see outside self is to see that self is not real. It is to see that there is no matrix. There are no selves. No beings, no forms. No distinctions between anything. No things that may be distinguished from one another. Absolutely nothing here is real. The substance of the universe is no-substance which is the same as saying there is no ultimate substance. All of this is no-thing. Because no-thing is everything. We can't gain or lose it, just no-thing. There is no way about no-thing. No way is no-thing. And no-way is no-where. And this is what is here. Here is no-where. Here is no-one. Here is no-thing.