|A picture of nothing|
When I was a child I could not see, that is, I could see, but just barely since my eyes were so damaged that they were unable to focus. Until I received the miracle of glasses I never knew that people were able to see individual leaves on trees or flowers in the fields and I had never before then seen stars in the sky.
Without the benefit of clear sight it was difficult to understand what was spoken to me since I couldn’t see facial expressions or word formations on people’s lips. In school, teachers seated me in the front row and thankfully I was intelligent enough to understand what was taught verbally even though I couldn’t see what was written on the blackboard. Of course if I held books close enough to my face I could see the words and read.
While on family Sunday drives (what families did back in the day) I stopped trying to see the passing world from the back seat car window. My family would say, “Look at that (horse, house, building, sky, etc.) but all I could see was…well…nothing much. I would try to see stars in the indigo Florida night sky, but over time stopped trying and instead just sat and thought a lot.
One night when I was about eight years old on the return drive gazing into the darkness an image appeared in my mind which I still see now as clearly as the moment it happened. The entire image (from God) floated into my mind as a whole, but (in my humanity) I had to think it through step by step.
Nothing suddenly appeared to me – the nothingness of nothing, a void, a blank, an absence – absolutely nothing. For a while I stared at it – this nothingness – then began to think: “What if there was nothing? Nothing anywhere at all? There wouldn’t even be an anywhere for there to be nothing in it because nowhere would exist. There would not even be anything to say that there was nothing. There would be no people to define the word nothing or to point out, Look. There’s nothing here. Nothing at all. There wouldn’t even be so much as a spoken word wafting through the air saying, Nothing, nothing at all is here. There wouldn’t be a nothing to be nothing. And it wouldn’t be that nothing was empty because something has to exist for it to hold something to then become empty. And somebody would have to be there to empty the something out for it to become nothing!”
|Not the equation of how |
the universe came into being
It never occurred to my childish mind to doubt the existence of God because that fact was so obviously clear. Surely everyone in the world knew this? If I who was eight years old knew it, assuredly so did my parents and brother, aunts and uncles, cousins and friends, my teachers and of course, in my childish mind, the greatest authority of all – the President of the United States!
The clarity was that since creation does exist, it did not come into being from nothing because nothing can come from nothing. Since nothing can come from nothing, then everything came from something. That something had to have the ability to give life and life can only come from life itself. So what is life? God, of course. When we’re eight-years-old, figuring out these things is easy.
Of course throughout the ages other people have also figured out this fact:
- “Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.” – Lucretius, On the Nature of Things
- “Nothing can come of nothing.” – King Lear (I. i. 92)
- “That just didn’t pop out of thin air, young lady!” – My father
- Ex nihilo nihil fit – Out of nothing, nothing comes.
- “Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could.” – The Sound of Music
- “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. See! I knew that!
- The same was in the beginning with God. Of course! Everybody knows that, right?
- All things were made by him, and without him was made nothing that was made. Because there never was “nothing”!
- In him was life, and the life was the light of men. Life is God Who is!
- And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. I did!
Well, just call me eight-year-old Little Susie Aquinas. I was a protestant child who had never heard of St Thomas Aquinas, had never opened a Bible, knew nothing about the Blessed Mother, saints or angels, and barely knew anything about Jesus.
I was merely a normal child who did normal childish things. I knew where the tadpoles were at the edge of the lake and would capture several of the wiggly creatures in a jar filled with lake water, marvel at them until their hind legs started to grow then would release them back into the lake. Like all Florida children, I knew where the alligators lived in the marshes and my friends and I steered clear of those areas. Caught in a sudden Florida noonday shower I knew to hide under the giant “elephant ear” plants to keep dry.
I didn’t know much at all except these childish things, but I did know that it was fundamentally impossible for there ever to have been a time in the universe when there was nothing in existence except the infinite God Who always was. In a split second He gave me a solid education proving His existence.
In no way do I equate my eight-year-old self to the great St. Thomas Aquinas, but rather that God can reveal whatever He pleases to whomever He chooses at any time He wishes. Unfortunately, the seeing of nothing at age eight did not stop me later in life from making bad life decisions, but in the current secular fight of the world against God, it has helped me know without a doubt that God is here with us. He was, He is, and He ever will be, from age to age. I saw that truth of our Catholic faith in the epiphany of nothing.