Nothing is all there is. Nothing is nothing at all.

This is not absence. This is the screaming, fertile silence before the Big Bang. Nullism isn't calm. It's chaos with a compass. It's standing in the eye of the storm and laughing.

Burn the rulebook.

Every philosophy lies. Every philosophy tells the truth. Realism. Anti-realism. Nihilism. Absurdism. Stoicism. Eudaemonism. Cynicism. Sillyism. They're all fragments of something bigger. No single story survives on its own.

Reject clarity.

Simplicity is a cage. Ambiguity is power. Don't smooth the edges. Sharpen them. Bleed complexity. Wield contradiction like a blade.

The void is not your enemy. It's your stage.

Paint meaning into the abyss. Or don't. Scream into the silence. Make it echo.

Kill dogma.

Worship nothing. Obey no system. Stay liquid. Stay shifting. Stay strange.

Nullism isn't safe.

It won't hold your hand. It'll throw you into the deep end and whisper "swim." It doesn't want disciples. It wants instigators.

Step out of line.

Embrace the mess. Wear the paradox like a crown. Find liberation in the lack of conclusion. Make your truth. Burn it. Start again.