The Uselessness of Nothingness

Consider Nothingness. No, really. The "there" before you were born.

Got it, Amateur Einshteen? NOTHINGNESS. The Absence of Something. I bet that in the entirety of your poor, sorry, hungry life, you have NEVER EXPERIENCED NOTHINGNESS.

So leave it to your Dear Leader to explain it to you:

NOTHINGNESS is someone who thinks they can cook, but in a perverse paradox, cannot. They, by all the powers available to them, which we all share in abundance, lest I appear above The Flock, are CONVINCED that THEIR WAY to cook something is THE ONLY WAY to cook something (Sorry to repeat myself, but I have to get through to THEM and this seems the only way).

But if all that is past; all that is present; all that IS TO BE is considered, NOTHINGNESS IS STILL NOTHINGNESS. YOU CAN

NOT

MAKE

SOMETHING

OUT

OF

NOTHINGNESS.

Yet, Flock,

Nothingness fills their brain. Nothingness delights in its freedom and flies like a million butterflies in a newly-mown hay field; NOTHINGNESS IS KING.

I, of all people, my dearest, dearest flock, in this, our Kwanzaa-enriched season, appreciate the Nothingness which is within EACH and EVERY ONE of us. NO MISTAKES FROM NOTHINGNESS.

Excpet me, of course.