They asked us today in school, what is bigger, nothing, or half of nothing?
I raised two out of five fingers and answered that it depends from which half of the glass you look at it: from the full half, nothing is bigger; from the empty half, half of nothing is more than nothing.
The teacher said “Well do,” and gave me half a grade, telling me she’ll give me the other half when I’ll fill my glass. But I told her that it’s already full, with half of nothing, because nothing is too big for my little cup, from which no one drinks, except some stray shadow at night.
Nothing Revisited
They asked us today in school, what is bigger, nothing, or half of nothing?
I raised three out of five fingers and answered that it depends from which half of the glass you look at it: from the empty half, nothing is bigger; what I really want to say is that nothing is empty with the full half.
The teacher told me, “Well,” and gave me half a grade, with distinction, telling me she’ll give me the other half when I’ll fill my glass. But I told her it’s already full, with a handful of halves of ideas, which used to be called Hope.