I would like to address the unfeelingness of emotions
and the impossibility to see neither them nor
the possibility to describe accurately to feel them.
Considering the spatiality of their existence
they seem to permeate every normal individual with the
exception of the untypical meaning those rarer occasions
where the individual's brain wiring interconnections
are shunted by the mismanagement of the proper sequential
arrangement of interstitial molecular physiologic.
Without those darn either microscopic or interstellar voids
that in fact are not devoid of content because simply stated
their content is a yet undefined emptiness.
They are the invisible atoms comprising the space
that is evolving and heterogeneous as it comprises multiple
interacting layers of virtuality and reality.
Jean Paul Sartre defined it as a problem of nothingness
but as far as I am concerned my investigation leads to
us filling our voids with the search for somethingness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem