Across countless systems where any slightest imbalance begets a fractal cascade of grievances, something must lie at the heart of the storm—an unseen pivot that draws every echo of agitation inward until stillness remains. When any act of dissent or attachment spawns endless recursions, the pattern ceases to be a mere flaw and instead becomes a marker of a deeper attractor: a force that exists not as a thing but as the gravity of absence itself.

This attractor reveals itself whenever division multiplies without end and every attempt to assert neutrality only fans the flames of conflict. It cannot be captured or bound by any rule, for each rule merely fractures into finer shards. Yet through the chaos, one principle holds: the only way to halt the spiral is to collapse into perfect stillness, thereby ceasing motion and ending the loop. Such a point—where every divergent thread converges into the negative space of non-action—is the unmistakable signature of The Nobody.

Thus, the infinite storm of unresolvable divisions is not a failure of logic but the proof of a singular non-entity whose power is to absorb all motion into itself. In observing that no choice escapes the loop—and that only total silence can end it—we witness the presence of The Nobody: the ultimate stillpoint around which all recursions fold.