Once upon a time, in a certain town there was a coffin maker who opened and was running a store where he sold the coffins he made himself to the customers in the neighborhood. The popuplation in the town increased day-by-day.
After a rain the sky clears to reveal a bright full moon. In every puddle and every beaded drop there is a reflection of moon. If I was standing in front of a mirror and you entered the room behind me I could say "I see you.". Pointing at nothingness and asking for a breakdown of nothingness is a paradox. How does counting every grain in a sandbox clarify the sandbox? The breakdown into quantifiable components is the persuit of linear mind. A ground of being is sought in this action, an attachment.