“The Tao is like an empty container
it can never be emptied and can never be filled.
Infinitely deep, it is the source of all things.
It dulls the sharp, unties the knotted,
Shades the lighted, and unites the all of creation with dust.
It is hidden but always present.
I don’t know who gave birth to it.
It is older that the concept of the”…. (Universe).
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett – Nothing to Be Done
El Vocio Existential ……. The existential void …..an existential moment of choice.