All Is None, None Is All

There is nothing. More there is none. But then again, more there is. More of everything, everything which is nothing. All things are nothing. And nothing is everything. The man is gone, there is no man. The man is all. None is all. All is none. All is the man. Darkness is gone. Light is absent. Where is the dark? Where is the light? Seeing all dark and feeling all light. All is dark. All is light. All there is, is light and dark. Where is the hot? Where is the cold? There is no warmth, there is no chill. Heat pulls into grasp and cold seeps in in equal measure. No heat no frost, constant relativity of what is. What is not. What would be. What would not be. The man is gone. What to do now? What to not do? Nothing to do but everything else. For the man is gone. Was there the tiny man to begin with? Yes, because you know him. The man is nothing and the man is everything. And so this is truth, and  this is lie. He is thesis, he is antithesis. Tiny man. Giant man. I am the man, he is the man, you are the man, they are the man.  All are no man.