A story about... Nothing © 2000 Damon Diehl, Marg Frey, Greg Gbur, Bryce Graves-Hurst	MARG	GREG	BRYCE & DAMON
				DAMON & BRYCE
			BRYCE	GREG & DAMON
				DAMON & GREG
			DAMON	GREG & BRYCE
				BRYCE & GREG

Nothing walked through the cool white silence that was not in a forest. Or, rather, nobody. They were not shaped like a man, or a woman, or like anything at all, for they were not there at all. They were not seeking anything out, nor would they ever find it. Nothing has no desires, nor any goals, and certainly does not seek to find anything like a fugitive, which did not exist anyway.

No fugitive fled through nothing, pursued by no others. Because there was no fugitive, he was not out of breath, nor afraid, for fear does not exist where nothing, nothing at all exists. And the pursuers were not remorseful, nor hesitant, nor sympathetic, for there were no pursuers, nor any fugitive, nor anything, anything at all.

No fugitive nor pursuers disturbed the cool white silence that was not in a forest.

And at last, nothing came to rest in a blank airless region that was not a clearing, in a place that was not a forest. It uttered no sound, and in response, there was an echo of silence from the void around it. There was no sound of the pursuers, for there were no pursuers, for there was no one to pursue, and no reason to pursue nothing nonetheless.

Nothing felt no fear, even though nothing lay trembling on the ground.

This is the end, finally.

But nothing was resolved.