A Poetry about Great Nothingness

32) "A Poetry about Great Nothingness" (I will Never understand that Wisdom: 15.11.2025)

This is a poetry number Thirty Two.

And it's about Great Nothingness,

The Wisdom which I will

Really Never understand,

Because I'm Something.

What was before Creator?

Where from Creator came?

Who created the Creator?

Who created the Creator of the Creator?

This questions make me mad,

Cause I can't feel that things, absolutely.

That's why those Elementaries are Great -

I think Nobody can explain them.

You have to be Nobody

To tell us about Nothingness.

But how you can speak,

If you have Nothing?

You are Nothing.

That's why you have no body parts.

No head, no face, no lips.

No brain, no smile, no thoughts.

No hands, no legs, no stomach.

No nerves, no heart, no blood.

And also myriads of No.

And you have no tongue, of course.

So you can tell us no word

About your parent

Great Nothingness.

And the craziest question is

Who created the Great Nothingness?

Was that something higher

Than the Great Nothingness?

Or it was Super Nothingness?

What was before Something?

Maybe it was Great Emptiness?

Hmm, Nothingness... Emptiness.

What else, the Mother of madness?

I made myself crazy.

It's a Great wasting of Time.

The Creature who has a body

Is surrounded by Time, obviously.

So, let's think about Time.

It was born by Something.

Nothingness created Something,

That gave a birth to Time.

Imagine that there is no Time.

I think we can call it Timeless.

And what is Timeless?

Every scholar tells you,

That it is Eternity.

Oh, that's the Clue -

I guess I found the Answer.

There is no Nothingness,

No Emptiness, no Timeless.

It's a wrong Terminology.

There is only Great Eternity -

The Mother of Everything,

Who gave a birth to All of us.

And to our Creator, too.

And the Point is that

Eternity can't be explained.

This is the only Axiom

Of our strange World.

I don't like Axioms,

Cause I don't like Anything,

That needs blind Faith

Without any Explanation.

But, dear Eternity,

I go down on my knees.

You are conquering my mind.

You are my guiding Light.

I have to be Nobody

To became your Husband.

That's why you will never be married,

Cause Nobody can't be found.

You can't found Something,

That has Nothing.

Cause it can't be seen

By our Great Eternity.

Poor lovely Beauty -

You are condemned

To Eternal Husband Lacking.

This is your Great Unluckiness.

Nobody can take your Heart.

Noone could be your Lover.

There is no Creature

In the whole Multiverse,

Who will kiss your Lips.

You will Never know

What Tenderness is.

You know Nothing

About Suffering.

Suffering from Pain,

From heart Ache,

From a lack of Love,

From a soul Desease.

That's why you created a Creator,

Who created our World.

Now, you can live Here

And enjoy these Feelings.

We are fighting against Pain.

But this Pain is

A sense of your Being.

That's a Great Paradox,

That was written about...

By Great russian Poet

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.

Remember these Words?

About Friendship between

Genius and Paradox?

Great Alexander is a Genius

And Great Eternity is the Paradox.

It's a Great Unity, I think.

Maybe you have found a Husband?

Natalie Goncharova was his Wife

Before his death.

And you, dear Eternity,

Became so After.

Who knows what will be After?

Nobody knows.

You have to loose your Life

To understand those kinds of things.

But we are only ordinary humans,

That's why this poetry is Rubbish.

Sorry, my dear Friends.

I stole your priceless Time.

It's a very bad Crime.

I have to go to Prison.

I have to be a Prisoner,

What Thomas Adam wrote about.

Thomas, maybe your are a Genius?

Instead of Great russian Poet?

Why not, my favourite german Poet?

Everything is possible in that World.

This is a good End of that tale -

Thomas Adam is in my heart Forever.

On the cover of this Fairytale

You can watch Leo Tolstoy

Who tells us about Knowledge and Books

At Plyushchikha Sberbank office.

Which is no longer present

In our magical Lives,

Cause it was displaced

By Computer Technologies.

"Mindflows about foolish Things

From Abkhazia Mountains

For all my good Friends"

15 of November 2025

by Nobody