“On a chilly evening last fall, I stared into nothingness out of the floor-to-ceiling windows in my office on the outskirts of Harvard’s campus.”
- Martin, I said to my companion, what..
He broke in:
- Ah indeed the whatness of things, that they are and are something and also the surroundness of the question that is also without a limit. We are all answerable to that. And by the way I never said ‘nothing nots’. What I said was ‘no thing nots’. Presence is an unalterable fact that cannot negate itself.
- Martin you have a way of bringing silence into speech.
- It has to return to that out of which it emerged.