Joy of joys! Nothing! Grass, bushes, trees, a boulder and nothing. That's what you find when you arrive in nowhere.

Poison Pie and I sat down on the top of the steps and absorbed the nothingness like a squid absorbs the inky black darkness of the ocean around it, before spitting it out at the first sign of danger. However, when you are nowhere, the only danger is that you become so infatuated with the enveloping embrace of nothingness that you refuse to leave. That's alright, if you can transcend the laws of physics, like Poison Pie. On the other hand, if you are like me and you need to eat now and then, loving nothing too much can lead to death.