And then I asked myself. What is it to be nothing? What would it feel like to be nothing. And so I tried it. This was where the magic started to happen. It felt good from the start. Light and open. Being nothing, I became the sound of the wind in the trees. The warm sun. The call of the birds. Being nothing is to be everything. To be anything. By being nothing, there are endless possibilities. I am nothing. And it is beautiful.