Nothing Really Matters to Me

I had an interesting, albeit short, conversation on the elevator this morning.  It began in the way most elevator conversations begin, with the typical niceties,  'Hi, how are you?'  For a Monday morning, I wasn't expecting much in return, which is pretty much what I got.  His response was, 'Nothing seems to be going right this morning.' For some reason I thought of the line from the Queen song, Bohemian Rhapsody, 'Nothing really matters, anyone can see.  Nothing really matters to me.'  I wasn't dismissing his failures, but instead I mean that 'nothing', as a concept, really matters and I was happy that he was getting it right, because so few people really do.  I don't think he would've understood so I kept it to myself.  So anyways, this got me thinking about nothing.  I thought it might be intesting to look it up in the dictionary and see what wordsmiths came up with to describe it and I found that there were 19 frickin' entries for it (dictionary.com)!  You gotta be kidding me!  I've never seen any word with that many entries...and this was for nothing!  I did a similar search on Wikipedia and I was less than  impressed wiith their version of nothing...I guess nothing just isn't that important to them.  So I didn't really learn too much about nothing yet, but I'm kinda hoping to look into it more if I'm not too busy later.  About the closest I can come to thinking about nothing would be the space between the electron shell of an atom and its nucleus.  I mean, what can possibly be there?  I bet there is something though...and I'm not gonna flake out on it and accept the medieval 'ether' response either.  Well, I shouldn't say that...I mean, if the 'ether' theory still holds water in the scientific community, well then I'd be interested to hear what they had to say about it...but I really doubt that it is.  It just seems like they had to come up with something to account for the 'empty' spaces.  I bet that if I was the size of an electron and I had a really good microscope, I would find something there.  Then I would have to shrink down to whatever size that thing was and do it again, obviously.  This is turning into Zeno's paradox really quickly.  I better stop now.