Lake nothing *
Somewhere in faraway lands there is a lake - Lake Nothing.
There is nothing in this lake. There is nothing outside of the lake, there is nothing inside, there is also nothing on its surface.
Why, you will ask, is this even a lake, then?
It is just because the lake itself knows that it is a lake and it has no doubts about it.
Nobody has ever lived by the lake, nothing has ever grown there and nothing has even happened around it. One can see Lake Nothing only accidentally passing it by. Travelers have never stayed for long by this lake, because they all were looking for something.
There is nothing in this lake. There is nothing outside of the lake, there is nothing inside, there is also nothing on its surface.
Why, you will ask, is this even a lake, then?
It is just because the lake itself knows that it is a lake and it has no doubts about it.
Nobody has ever lived by the lake, nothing has ever grown there and nothing has even happened around it. One can see Lake Nothing only accidentally passing it by. Travelers have never stayed for long by this lake, because they all were looking for something.
So once upon a time, a bear came to Lake Nothing. He did not come on purpose, of course, but passing it by he stopped. He did not know that there was nothing in the lake. He got inside and began to roam around it, sniffing nothing.
He tasted some nothing licking it with his rough tongue; he rubbed his strong neck against some other nothing. He also stepped on nothing with his legs and rolled over it on his back.
The bear was not bored; he kept finding more and more things to do.
The lake was happy.
"Well, if I had something," the lake thought, "maybe there would not be enough space for the bear."
While the bear, resting his head on soft nothing and falling asleep, thought, "What a blessing it is to have your own lake."
He tasted some nothing licking it with his rough tongue; he rubbed his strong neck against some other nothing. He also stepped on nothing with his legs and rolled over it on his back.
The bear was not bored; he kept finding more and more things to do.
The lake was happy.
"Well, if I had something," the lake thought, "maybe there would not be enough space for the bear."
While the bear, resting his head on soft nothing and falling asleep, thought, "What a blessing it is to have your own lake."
