Everything, Nothing...Empty, More...

"And at once I knew...I was not magnificent..."

Dark elegant room.  At it's center, a large black marble table with a lit chandelier above it making sure it was the only piece of furniture visible in the room.  One by one, men begin to enter.  Each taking their place at this table.  Some dressed in casual attire.  Others dressed in three piece suits.  All carried briefcases except for one.  With every chair taken...the doors close.  They now wait in silence...

One hour passes.  The men begin to fidget and become anxious.  Some stand, some pace, some engage each other in whispered conversation...only one sits still.

The red light above the door signals the coming of their host.  A hush of silence hits the room as they silently scurry to sit as though they had been sitting still the whole time.  The host enters but stays clear of the light.  As yet unseen, overhead speakers carry the hosts voice as the question is posed to them:

"What makes you worthy to sit at my table?" 

One by one the briefcases are opened and each man places on the table their answer to the question asked:  Car keys, house keys, resumes, degrees, trophies, pictures of physical attributes and certifications of every kind.  All did this...except for one.

The one that sat still kept his keys in his pocket.  His pictures and his licenses all remained in his wallet.  He instead decided to place on the table an empty cup and a lined sheet of paper with nothing written on it.  At it's side, a neatly sharpened number 2 pencil.  The men arrogantly scoffed at his display as he stoically sat in confident silence.

They were all asked to leave...except him...

~Moses Apollo