Somehow, I know less than nothing.

As a full-time nerd and part-time dork, I sometimes read. I often read magazines, but they're not exactly highbrow, although I have recently subscribed to Cosmos magazine, which sometimes teaches me stuff that is largely irrelevant to my everyday life. Recently though, I decided to read an actual book. Not too thrilled at the prospect of actually having to think while I read, I chose a pseudo-science text called "The Book of Nothing- Vacuums, Voids, and the Latest Ideas About the Origins of the Universe" by cosmologist J. D. Barrow. If it was about nothing, as the title proclaimed, then it stands to reason that it would be easy reading. For hardcore physicists maybe- certainly not for me! I laboured through its three hundred or so pages and eventually reached the end of the book last night.

Most young teenagers, especially nerds, think they know everything. Two or three years on and we realise that we don't know everything after all, in fact we know very little. But the least one can ever know is nothing- it's comforting to know that you can't possibly know less than that. At least that's what I thought, but J. D. Barrow and his stupid smart book has taught me (among other things) that I don't know nothing at all. Nothing is a lot more confusing than I ever imagined. That's right- I know less than nothing. Bleak, isn't it.

It's been a bit of a dream of mine to know everything. I once had this great idea to make a big knowledge map of everything that everyone in the world knows. Unfortunately this has already been invented and it's called Wikipedia. Also, J. D. Barrow has also written a book on Theories of Everything, so actually my idea has been invented twice already. Is there anything he can't do! The only way he could be more indomitable is if his first initials were E. L. so his name would sound like wheelbarrow. Now that would be classic.