There is nothing, basically. I mean it quite literally. But then how to things emerge? Here I feel a kind of spontaneous affinity with quantum physics where, you know, the idea there is that the universe is a void, but a kind of a positively charged void. And then particular things appear when the balance of the void is disturbed and I like this idea spontaneously very much, that, the fact that it’s not just nothing, things are out there, it means, something went terribly wrong, that, what we call creation is a kind of a cosmic imbalance, cosmic catastrophe that things exist by mistake, and I’m even ready to go to the end and to claim that the only way to counteract it is to assume the mistake and to go to the end, and we have a name for this, it’s called love. Isn’t love precisely this kind of a cosmic imbalance? I was always disgusted with this notion of “I love the world, universal love”. I don’t like the world, I don’t know, how I- I basically, I’m somewhere in between “I hate the world” or “I’m indifferent towards it”. But the whole of reality, it’s just it, it’s stupid, it is out there, I don’t care about it. Love for me is an extremely violent act, love is not “I love you all”. Love means I pick out something, and you know it’s again this structure of imbalance, even if this something is just a small detail, a fragile individual person, I say I love you more than anything else. In this quite formal sense, love is evil.