“‘A hole?’ the rock chewer grunted. ‘No, not a hole,’ said the will-o'-the-wisp despairingly. ‘A hole, after all, is something. This is nothing at all’."
Nature abhors a vacuum, says the rocket scientist. Nature abhors a vacuum, says the gardener. A garden is an absence of holes in the ground. Life is planted and thrives as holes are filled. There are no empty holes in the water my koi used to occupy in the pond. Without the distraction of the fish net, you can see the entire universe reflected in the still mirror of its surface.
Pond empty, fish gone, night falls.
Sky reflects still pond.