Nothing sneaks up behind me and whacks me over the head with a baseball bat. I feel like there’s something/nothing I can do to have my evil way with it. This nothing is so pervasive, I can almost smell it, I can taste it, and I can feel it, but I can’t see it. Because of it, I’m wondering what if, when, how, what will happen to this nothing once it makes itself known. How will I know when the nothing should be more than nothing and become a something? And will this nothing have a name? Will it’s name be Zack?
non bis in idem
