Everything and Nothing I can hear the rain falling on a metal roof; It kindly puts me in a state of dreams. I see it and I feel it--and yet remain aloof. Everything and nothing join at the seams. This easy high has always done me good. Naturally, spiritually, in touch . . . Well, that's the way I came, and I understood Everything and nothing mean so much. I can't see the clouds for the rain that's in my eyes; Still, I know they're out there in the haze. And I know that, just beyond them, there are sunny skies. This is one of those days. Now I believe my eyes, I think, and most of what I feel, Some of what I read and what I hear. I try to be prepared for life, to know what's really real-- Sure as I am that I am not as I appear. Everything and nothing, blending themes. Strong silent facts contain the loudest screams. Reveling in theoretical extremes, Everything and nothing is what it seems. W. C. Wampler [ Last Word, Refocused, Everything + Nothing, Listening To Hot Lovers, A Blink, Timeless Writ ]