#emptiness — Public Fediverse posts

Finding the Middle Way: Reality exists via Two Truths. Ultimate Truth reveals Emptiness (the lack of intrinsic essence.) Conventional Truth shows existence through Dependent Origination and mental labels. Avoid Eternalism (clinging to permanence) and Nihilism (denying causality). Realize that emptiness IS dependent origination! ☸️

#Madhyamaka #Buddhism #Emptiness #Dharma #MiddleWay

Houses

https://davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com/2026/07/20/houses/

Greed

the heart is a void
sucking greedily
at anything around it

a vain attempt
to satisfy
its eternal hunger

until even the self
is swallowed

into the hollow cavern
of its unending lust

the person disappears

and the dark virus remains

the emptiness begins
to curl back upon itself

its bloody lips
attacking
in steady demise

until all that remains
is the ache
of never enough.

May 18, 1987 (rewritten June 2026)

Emptiness, nothingness, absence, non-being: such evocations of negation abound in extreme metal, often justifiably given the visceral analogy between dense dissonance and existential dysphoria. Among the acts walking this walk, Belgium’s Emptiness proudly stalk, with the blurb for seventh full-length Nowhere Speaks explicitly stating that it is “entirely unconcerned with making its listener comfortable.” The group’s trajectory thus far has taken them from uncompromising blackened death into ever more ambient and experimental territory, where they first crossed into the AMG-verse via Jean-Luc Ricard’s 2014 TYMHM post on Nothing But the Whole, and returned in 2017 to send shivers down Grymm’s spine with Not For Music. The sudden pivot into French-sung, distortion-free Vide was no less disturbing for its quietitude, though it may have ironically alienated fans. Nowhere Speaks thus carries the weight of significant mystery: what form has Emptiness taken this time, and does it bear any connection to their past?

Nowhere Speaks sees Emptiness heap scorn over those who doubted them—this is all of Emptiness, and there’s nothing random about it. The album begins with this affirmation, picking up the riff that was cut-off midway from Nothing But the Whole’s closer “Lowland,” and carrying on (“Nothing But The Whole (Part 2)”). It ends with it too, final track “All For Nothing” lapsing into the malevolent soundscape of Nothing But The Whole’s first, “Go and Hope,” and stopping with similar abruptness—a synecdoche for the wider circularity that connects these two albums over a decade apart. This brings a weird closure to the former record, even as Nowhere Speaks’ ending perpetuates the unsettled and unsettling sempiternality. Emptiness’ self-referential horror doesn’t stop at album construction. In a direct mirror of predecessor Vide, which was recorded by each member in isolation and geographically distant, Nowhere Speaks was recorded live all at once in the studio. This reassembling works as a metaphor for this album’s sound, which reconstructs many of Emptiness’ elements in both familiar and unfamiliar ways.

Nowhere Speaks is the opposite of immediate; everything about it creeps. And it creeps inexorably, as certain as death. The dark melodies and restlessly stalking tempos (“Nowhere Speaks,” “Words to Wind,” “When the Whole Arrives”1) are only the half of it. Sometimes the music’s atmosphere incarnates as disso-death moodiness, (“Words to Wind,” “When the Whole Arrives”), sometimes as the blurriness of noisy atmo-black (“The Threat,” “One Must See All,” “All For Nothing”), sometimes as warped, static-scattered ambience (“Darkness Commands,” “Words to Wind,” “Next In Line”). Tremolos often feel almost warm (“Nowhere Speaks,” “All For Nothing”) until they aren’t (“Words to Wind”), and the stylistic incongruence between them and the electro-industrial edge that warps whispered growls creates an eerie tone throughout. The highest points are the culmination of these apparent inconsistencies, some new genre Emptiness have been crafting all this time—a pared-back blackened-death, dark ambient, groovy, and dissonant. It builds in the second act of “Words to Wind,” stalks with predatory grace at “When the Whole Arrives”‘s intro, and spreads insidiously in “Next In Line.” Emptiness pass through extreme metal and cloak elements in atmosphere, yet all this adds rather than subtracts tension and fearfulness.

These nuanced and unusual textures are intriguing, but they sometimes veer towards a mélange that’s too understated. Emptiness have absolutely nailed the vibe, and much of Nowhere Speaks does capitalise on the magical combination of pseudo-dissonant guitar, smothering dark ambience, and unusual compositional shapes. I can forgive the myriad interludes—some of which, particularly “Darkness Commands,” are excellent in their own right—which bleed in and out of the main songs. It’s the wavering vagaries in the midpoints and margins that threaten to fade too far into the background. The burying of instruments whilst nothing else drives a progression (“Nowhere Speaks,”); muffled voices and noise (“Words to Wind”), an immersion-breaking slide into the major (“Nowhere Speaks,” “The Clash of Forces,” “All for Nothing”). At least it sounds brilliant—all the layers distinguishable, the reverb a softness rather than an obstruction, the drums, vocals and guitars each having space to spook you.

Emptiness are evidently believers in the virtue of patience, answering the open question of Nothing But The Whole’s abrupt ending more than a decade after it was posed. Nowhere Speaks is no anomaly; give it time, and it spreads out like a great gulf of nothing.2 It may have taken many listens, but I’m now so immersed in the void of beautiful nothingness Emptiness have created, that it’s hard to remember I ever really had my doubts.

Rating: Very Good
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Season of Mist
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: July 17th, 2026

The Noumenon

When I experience these days

An emptiness in the heart

A sorrow or a loss

The missing of a friend

A loneliness of some sort

On an evening such as this

I tell myself

That is God letting me know

What it means to be human,

Me who have had my head

Far too much buried

In the depths of philosophy,

And yet in understanding humanity

I understand not the why and wherefore

Of why we humans are like this

Though there are some theories

That try and explain these things

And when I look into these experiences

With an idle curiosity of wonder

Without putting a name and label on them

And not seeking any resolution

I experience some unexplainable oneness

With everything

That there is, was and will be.

This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)

The Junkyard -sivustolla mainio Angelica Kaufmannin kirjoitus länsimaisten tehokkaiden ihmisten vieroksumasta tavoitetilasta eli tyhjämielisyydestä,

https://junkyardofthemind.com/blog/2026/6/7/when-the-mind-goes-blank

"Mind blanking... is a window into the lower boundary of reportable experience - the point at which consciousness becomes thin enough to look like nothing at all, and that may not be bad at all".

Kuten nimikin vihjaa, tuo on kaukana mielitäytisyydestä (mindfullness), mutta kytkentä esimerkiksi todelliseen lepoon voisi olla ilmeinen, https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1111/japp.70003?campaign=wolearlyview. Tuossakin lepo on suorittamisen antiteesi.

#philosophyOfMind #cognitiveScience #kognitio #cognition #mieli #mind #blank #tyhjyys #emptiness #noMind #mushin #mindBlanking #rest #lepo #filosofia #psykologia #philosophy #psychology #tietoisuus #consciousness #attention

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVNCmQFjCZQ

we miss you Dolores

La pronation du vide...

#photography #emptiness

„Silent Sunday“ (2014)
Photo ©️ Dietmar Bachmann
📍 University of Zurich, Main Building

#silentsunday #bnw #bnwphotography #photo #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephotography #interior #sunday #tables #emptiness #chairs #university #photography #pattern #shapes #quiet #perspective #PhaseOne #switzerland #schweiz #Foto #SchwarzWeiss #Innenraum #SchwarzWeissFotografie #Sonntag #Tische #Leere #Stühle #stillersonntag #Pause #Universität #Fotografie #Muster #Formen #Perspektive #Ruhe

"What I didn't expect was how difficult it would be. I relate it somewhat to the feeling I have with working out. Often times I want to avoid it because it's hard, but I'm always happy when I push through and complete it."

#focus #emptiness #meditation

https://www.alexselimov.com/posts/men_who_stare_at_walls/