When a Nothing becomes Everything…


post science


The other day, while doing that thing known as waiting… in line… for something to happen. Which in this case was being stuck in a queue at the checkout of a supermarket, eyes wandering, endeavouring to entertain boredom to keep boredom from turning into rebellion and creating chaos (or simply stopping me from doing what I had to do, even though I suppose I only believed that I had to do it but didn’t actually need to do so). I saw a headline on the cover of a magazine at the checkout which stated:


BELIEF: They drive everything we do, but our beliefs are built on…


To find out what our beliefs are built on, get the big reveal, you had to pick up the magazine – New Scientist – and flip a half-page cover over:




I didn’t melt, have a breakdown, start frothing at the mouth and bite someone to pass the crazy on, when I read that. No. I wasn’t as fun in my reaction as that. I wish I’d been more creative, but I’m a modern human living in a Western civilisation… also known as jaded.

Jade is quite fragile.


fragile caged beast


I picked up the magazine (not the one at the front because that had probably been touched and leafed through by other bored waiting in an interminable line human hands) and perused its contents… then I bought it because my turn finally came… to get the eff out of there and pay for my time and stuff which I wanted badly enough (and believed it) to put myself through this.

I like this supermarket. So I’m not complaining. I’m a hermit. So I’m always complaining about being forced out of my shell.


cardboard box test


The reason I bought the magazine had nothing to do with its cover story. I wasn’t interested in something I have already vaguely contemplated (during my cyclical existential crisis moments) and figured was just a part of life in general and in personal. I bought it because I was interrupted while…

That’s why.

All magazines brought into the house in which I presently live end up in the toilet – that place where magazine perusal and possible reading gets done.

While exploring the cover article, I noticed a discrepancy or was it a discrapancy?


It listed the most common beliefs which people loosely held, and were willing to admit to, that could have them classified as delusional by a psychiatrist.


“Surprisingly large numbers of people also hold beliefs that a psychiatrist would class as delusional.”


This made me pause… in my reading.

Some people believe that psychiatry is delusional. It’s a relatively new system in the history of humans. And it’s a belief system of sorts.

So… one belief system was rating another?


to judge or not to...?


What could go wrong?

Nothing? Everything? Humans?

Further reading of a lazy skimming and anti-linear kind led me to realise that the article was flawed and that I was floored (after falling through the holes in the article’s reasoning).

Q: How can you write about anything when your logic is that everything is built on nothing?

A: Because you’re human and shit happens… besides you have to do it because… there is space to fill and nature abhors a void… and you’re being hired and paid to do it and nothing turns into something with that kind of delusional incentive which isn’t delusional when a majority believe that… that’s how things work.


confirmation bias


The upshot of it is that everything is built on nothing… but what nothing is made of is still to be determined. So… maybe everything is built on the something which makes nothing possible or… not.

In the meantime, which may last forever, due to waiting in line for such things… timing… timey-wimey…

Let’s indulge in some fun:




The end… if you can believe in such a thing.




  1. I cannot tell you how much your posts on narcissism kept me sane over the past 9 months when my particular beast was unleashed on me. Thank you. Like you I’m into art and I love your artistic a compliments. Love the story about hell. Go well Tanglewood Lion

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    • Thank you very much 🙂

      To paraphrase Jung – The beast in others scares the crap out of us when we’re not in touch with our own inner beast. When we get to know our own inner beast, we can get a better perspective on the beast in others (and scare the crap out of them with ours unleashed).

      It may not explain everything, it certainly doesn’t excuse things, and may still cause problems, but it can ease some of the distress we feel, and which others feel which is why they behave the way they do, and why we behave how we do. Some of the time.

      Relationships are messy… but whose mess is it?

      I have a soft spot for the beast in me. It has helped me to understand (and also deal with) the beast in others, in a myriad of ways, especially when theirs tries to mess with me (which may bring out the worst in me to my own horror).

      Narcissists have a way of bringing out the less healthy side of narcissism in others.

      A pause for thought, contemplation, self-reflection, a moment to assess what is really going on, can mitigate things to a degree. Loosen some of the knotty complications which are always a part of being human and interacting with other humans.

      Ultimately though, for me, best thing I ever did for myself (and for others, it seems) was to embrace the mess inside, admit to it, fess up and stop trying to tidy it up or cover it up.

      Love the hell story, the person who created that story is a genius. It sounds slightly too good to be true, but sometimes that isn’t a red flag, it’s just inspiration 😉


  2. I love the story about the chem student, even if it is fiction! 🙂

    The inner beast, yes. Mine embarrasses me when I least expect it but should, kicking my butt back to reality when the delusional side of me decides that I have all the answers. 🙂


    • It’s always fascinating to observe how the different sides of us interact within, and how they affect our perception, sometimes from moment to moment. We tend to have a dominant side, a default setting, but the balance of power inside can shift due to circumstances and then you see the world through another part of yourself.

      I like to play a game with myself where I put my usual thoughts to one side and replace them with ones I don’t usually have. A sort of – What if I thought like this, how would that change how I experience life? What if I believed this instead of that, how would that affect my system? What would happen if I pretend that I like doing something which I normally don’t like doing?

      Mostly this game doesn’t change much, and I revert back to the usual, but occasionally it allows a shift in how I view myself, others, the day to day, which alters things gradually.

      It’s quite a useful way of seeing things from the perspective of others which can be eye-opening 🙂


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