Algo sobre nada.
I haven’t been writing until recently that I sent a message to a stranger. I felt a compulsion to ask a stranger a question. It was a simple one: What made you want to study physics? And ever since it was replied, I have been thinking about what I have been preoccupied as of late.
The answer to that: nothing. Now, I am not saying that I haven’t been thinking but that I’ve been dwelling on the idea of nothingess. Usually when I write a song, I begin with playing a combination of chords; then, I usually hum a melody or sing words that I tack on in the moment. I have noticed that whenever I am in the last process, I use the idea of nothigness. I can’t explain my fascination with that idea, but it is there and I can easily trace it back for years. I remember that the first song I tried to write when I was 14 or 13 was titled “nothing”. It was about being nothing, or living in nothingness. Something that deals with the idea of nothingness. I think I had no clear idea of why I was writing it. Maybe it had to do that I was going through a nihilistic phase in my life, and I longed for everything to end; and that the natural conclusion for everything would be that it will end into nothingness, and I ask myself “but what if I never left that phase?” Which brings me to the present, I wrote a few months ago these lines in a piece of paper without really knowing what I was writing:
Soy nada, y nada seré – Al volver a nacer, seré nada otra vez.
I liked it enough to turn it into a song. I am not sure what it is about but it seems to be a song about the sudden realization that we are nothing. We have a custom where we congratulate others and others congratulate us with being alive another year. Yearly we do this without really thinking about why we do this and why we have to do this yearly. Why do we have to keep celebrating things yearly? Yo escribí esto en una de las contestaciones y lo voy a usar aquí para contestarme a mí mismo:
Yo no creo que puedo añadir más a lo que tú dijiste excepto que es interesante para mí el hecho de que un debate como éste no admite la posibilidad de que nada exista; de por todo estar en una posible ilimitada sucesión, el valor del ser se desaparezca because of the endless into and out from life that everything seems to be participating in.
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