Spaces on the Page

Derrida studies Natural Philosophy.

I can't remember Derrida very well.
Not that he was a friend of mine.
Or enemy either.

Even so
I mention him
because
he is connected
in my mind
with the spaces on the page.

The text made of chapters.
The chapters made of subchapters.
The subchapters made of paragraphs.
The paragraphs made of sentences.
The sentences made of words.
The words made of letters.
The letters made of ink.
The ink made of solvent && pigment.
The solvent && pigment made of molecules.
The molecules made of elements.
The elements made of protons && neutrons && electrons.
The protons && neutrons made of quarks.

And around, within, everywhere, etc.
The stuff that might be unstuff.
The unstuff that matters because it isn't.
That which without there would be no background offsetting background.

A place where the zebra has no stripes.

And maybe a place wherein the It - or Gods if you prefer - has no zebra.