Reality, life, is not One, not Two, not even Many or Nothing. It is indeterminate and does not allow itself to be determined. It knows no security, is unpredictable and leaves no traces. Life can have hierarchies and symmetries, but it is messy at the same time. It escapes all of our rational, orderly thinking.

Ton Haarmans in Wide Open Windows

When we really look, inquire and rigorously interrogate our experience with the utmost honesty and sensitivity can we really find any thing(s) at all, anywhere to land, anything that can be named, labelled, described or otherwise defined?