what matters?

It's not uncommon in times of despondency or even boredom to come to the conclusion that nothing matters. I've said it to myself I don't know how many times.

When you pick it apart, what it comes down to is that no "thing" matters. There's not an item, an entity, an event on the horizon that's sufficiently compelling to hold your interest. And this is more than just playing with language; "nothing" is, after all, the absence of any "thing," of "anything."

But ratchet it up a notch. In such a situation, after everything is stripped away, there is something left that does matter, and that's "nothing." And when you contemplate "nothing," as opposed to not-anything, that's where it all comes together.