That's precisely my point

And then I realized just how small a point really is. I mean, think about it. It is supposed to occupy a vanishingly small space. It is supposed to exist, but that’s as far as it can go.  You and I see it, so it’s most definitely there, but we shouldn’t be able to perceive it. It isn’t tangible. If I were to lay my finger on it, it would disappear into the contours of my skin after which I might never be able to distinguish it from all the other points that build me. So, in a way, it’s this mysterious, unintelligible quest. It exists, but in passing. It is time itself. And if you try to capture it, it just floats away. Into nothingness. Or points of nothingness.

Draw a line segment,

Draw a shorter line segment vertically above it,

Draw an even shorter one above that,

Then shorter, shorter, shorter,

Shortest.

Draw a point.

Sharpen the pencil and draw a finer point.

Then finer, finer, finer.

Finest.

Draw Nothing.