You must go read Eric’s post on nothing.  It’s stunningly beautiful and exceptionally tickling in its emptiness.  Here’s a taste:

…. I am dry… desolate…. crestfallen…. wizened leathery and wide-eyed by the gentle glare of the monitor, my muse is parched… the desert-like glow having baked her senseless… she warbles – feebly – and begs for iced water and fresh garden salad with extra-light ranch dressing… she appears to have been ill-met by a fairly large number of highly sexed-up Bedouins…

It’s a quick read, so go check it out.  Good stuff, Maynard.