The soothing power of Nothing

Last night was a tumultous night. The same old nightmares, late for work, forgot about Christmas, still in the Army. After each episode I would awaken and realize that that specific fear did not apply to me anymore and drift off to sleep again.
When I finally awoke this morning, I lay for a while in the darkness, listening to the birds chirping their morning greetings. As I lay there, I began to think about what matters. A cooling, soothing, thought came over me. Nothing matters. All troubles will eventually be resolved one way or another, all wrongs will be righted or evolve into monumental wrongs, and the Universe will go on in its plodding way. What humanity does affects only this small ball of rock and ice and water. what one human does affects very little (except for Einstein= Mass Catastrophy Squared). The Universe will not notice when we are all gone and there will be a small ball of rock and water as our headstone. Nothing matters. No matter what monumental heights we reach, no matter what monumental mistakes we make, the Universe will not notice ( unless the Large Haydron Collider produces a small black dot to erase our headstone) and will plod on.
It is so soothing to know that no matter what happens in life, it is not my fault. Whatever I do or don't do, it is not my fault.
Nothing is not nothing. Nothing is a friend and comforter and a concept to be cherished. Nothing is a guide and companion. Now comes the most perplexing part of the concept. Is Nothing Sacred?
I think back to the words of my hero, Homer Simpson. "This is everybody's fault but mine!". Relax Homer, it's nobody's fault. This creates an axiom in my mind. Nothing is Sacred therefore Nobody is Evil! Jack Handy would understand.