One.

Or an infinite number, since no matter how many you put into the Hall, the Hall will be still empty by normal definition, although it will be chockablock full of holes. But the thing is, no matter how full, you could always add a hole. No-one would notice because it would become one with the existing population of holes, which had in turn already formed a perfect Union of Holes thus achieving a Co-Existence of Absence, a truly rare and exalted state of Being. And any holes you added would definitely be slurped up into said Co-Existence this joining the Great One Hole.

If you then brought an oboe into the Hall, the oboe by its nature would be adding several more holes to the sum, yet somehow, even though those holes were presumed to be part of the Oboe, yet they too would become part of the One Hole. Withal, mirabile dictu the One Hole would not become any deeper for the addition. Nor would it become any shallower if the oboe left.

This provides a terrific recipe for meditation; seek the holes between your thoughts and find the One.


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