What clouds his royal aspect? "Nothing," "Nothing!"

Nothing—eternal nothing—of these nothings

All are a lie—for all to them are much!

And they themselves alone the real "Nothings."

Your present Nothing, too, is something to you—

What is it?

Arn.‍Know you not?

Cæs.‍I only know

What I desire to know! and will not waste

Omniscience upon phantoms. Out with it!