the nought is often the hidden spring, the invisible mover of philosophical thinking.
from the first awakening of reflection, it is this that pushes to the fore, 
right under the eyes of consciousness, the torturing problems, the questions 
that we cannot gaze at without feeling giddy and bewildered. i have no sooner
commenced to philosophize than i ask myself why i exist. 


henri bergson's creative evolution,
the idea of "nothing"