Nihil Obstat. Nihil Agitet.
Nothing stops us. Nothing drives us.
We simply go.
The universe is inscrutable. So why do we try to understand it? Why do we ask why? There is no answer, but we search anyway, because searching is what we do. Those of us who search for nothing in nothing. We find it, and yet we continue to look.
The questions are there to be asked, and so we ask them.
We must transcend ourselves. It is our destiny. It is our birthright. We must question ourselves until we become transformed.
I don’t mean to talk nonsense. It’s a touch of prophecy. A dash of imaginative hubris. I can’t know. I don’t know. I only feel. I feel much. I feel intensely. And it amounts to almost nothing. Nihil Agitet. (Latin is pretentious. I’m channelling someone else. Someone with initials “B.A.”)
Allow me to focus.
There is no reason for anything, if you go back as far as we can imagine, which is farther back than we can look or model. Something came from nothing, and to nothing it will return. Thus, nothing is all it is. Nothing in a different form.
It chooses in what form to disguise itself. Although choice does not exist. No matter.
Still, there’s nothing to hold us back except our own imaginations. Create. Be nothing but be it with greatness. Against logic. Without regard for doubt. Without need for hope. Heedless of love and hate, good and evil, beauty and horror, life and death, and all other contrived continua.
Nihil Obstat.