no thing

Nothing to see here.

Part of a letter not written:

Dear Iam,

albeit you cannot open any portal by yourself, albeit you cannot eat by yourself, albeit you depend on others for the most basic things, you are still a free spirit and a joyful companion.

There is so much to learn from you.

By looking back she went forward.

By going forward she looked back.

By standing still she moved.

By moving … She did not move.

Since there was no space the plant grew smaller. More and more it extended into smaller and smaller compartments. In the end it reached nothing.

When all things end, they start.