“ . . . what is the thing if it is devoid of all qualities? . . . what is meant by this unpalatable conglomeration of negatives is that in some mysterious way the thing is alive, it exists with a palpitating stillness. A dark, invisible radiance comes from it, it moves from nowhere to nowhere, its future and its past ever present. It is the Way it travels; however small it fills all space. . . .”
Zen and Zen Classics, Vol. 1, R.H. Blyth, The Hokuseido Press, Tokyo and Charles E. Tuttle Co, Inc., Vermont, 1988, p. 77.
A wheel turns around and comes back to where it began, at least relative to the center axis, which is centered in a hole.
As Lao Tzu in the Tao Te Ching states:
Thirty spokes converge on a single hub;
It is on the hole in the center that the use of the cart
We make a vessel from a lump of clay;
It is the empty space within the vessel that makes it
Trans. John H.C. Wu, Shambhala, Boston & London, 2006, p. 23
Does our existence really hinge on emptiness? It’s possible. Music hinges on silence and silence on sound – one can’t exist without the other.
“…our experience of silence is phenomenally shaped by the material conditions and sonic context from and within which silence emerges. A phenomenology of silence is, thus, necessarily, a phenomenology of sound. “
Ross Brown quoted in Theatre and Aural Attention: Stretching Ourselves, George Home-Cook, Palgrave-MacMillan, 2015, p. 99
And as the hippies reminded us in a noisy, but energetic manner via Jefferson Starship on their first record titled “Blows Against the Empire”: “In the midst of yang is the smaller part of yin . . .”
("Side two" is an interesting programmatic contrast to "side 1" . . . might be worth listening all the way through, but the quote is from the first quixotic track).