Have you ever explored 'empty'? 

The word? The shortness of it which ends as soon as it begins. The sonority of the -tee sound which might be stretched to the last point of breath.. 

Yes, the sound. 

-em-tee...-em-tee

And then you look at the word. And you see that only two alphabets out of the five mentioned in the spelling actually survive. You see that the fancy little unnecessary alphabets just seem to be hanging in there for the sake of linguistic credibility - you know, just so that you recognize the collaboration of these two sounds -em and -tee as a word. With a meaning. 'E' 'p' and 'y' simply as silent markers out there, granting sanctity of meaning to the union of -em and -tee.

Further, look for meaning and the Oxford dictionary says, 'empty' implies 'containing nothing'. 

Zif 'nothing' could be contained! 

Nothing is such a difficult thing to contain! Nothing is so amorphous. So all-engulfing. All-encompassing. So replete with everything and yet amounting to an unrecognized mass of blankness - that's 'nothing'.

Think of the last time you were thinking or doing nothing, and you sat to write...didn't you feel like a pepper-crusher? The almost little nothing kept there on the table... You turn the top of the container and sprinkle a little pepper called nothing on the empty page. 

And as you do so peppercorns are being crushed inside your head. So much, So many. Sometimes merging, sometimes overlapping and sometimes diffusing into each other - for what's the identity of a peppercorn, if not a faceless collective, merged in order to be crushed for a certain finesse of flavour?