The Passionate Rationalist

The Passionate Rationalist was sitting on a chair. He thought nothing.
Or, to be more precise, he thought of nowhere.
‘Nowhere’, he thought, ‘is not a place I know very much about. More generally, but less 
important, it is not a place at all. Yet no place at all is a specification of place, 
which is why it must be somewhere. Where is inside? It is not outside. Where is the dark?
It is where the light is not. Where is nowhere? Not somewhere.
He went there.
The Passionate Rationalist was nowhere and looked around. Nowhere offered a dazzling view 
on Nothing, Never and No-one in Particular.
No-one in Particular stepped up to the Passionate Rationalist and said nothing.
‘Who are you?’, asked our beloved thinker.
‘I am no-one’, said the other, ‘No-one in particular’.
‘That sounds so… futile’, said the former.
‘Why don’t you introduce yourself as “Particular, No-one in Particular?”’
‘It comes to the same thing’, replied No-one in Particular.
Silence.
‘Do you have any ambition?’, No-one in Particular suddenly asked the Passionate Rationalist.
‘Not that I know of’, the answer sounded.
‘Do you know what the greatest possible ambition is?’, asked No-one in Particular with
an enigmatic smile. ‘Guess thrice…’
The Passionate Rationalist pondered.
And he pondered some more.
 ‘Destroy the Universe?’, he suggested.
No-one in particular laughed out loud, and meanwhile destroyed the Universe, by means of a
small handy Universe Destroyer he had carried all the time, but the Passionate Rationalist
hadn’t noticed before. The popular thinker didn’t experience any special emotions seeing 
this specific destruction of the Universe – of course because of his Rational nature- 
but he sensed that he was more or less responsible for a load of trouble. Because of this 
and new pondering he came to his second try. 
‘Recreate the Universe?’
And No-one in Particular recreated the Universe in significantly less than 7 days. 
The Passionate Rationalist, even he, could not deny feeling somewhat relieved when he saw 
the familiar Universe reappear.
‘More difficult, but still so… singular’, said No-one in Particular.
The Great Mind understood that this was a hint, and that this would be the only one he 
would get. 
‘It is ambitious’, he thought, ‘to want to solve a certain problem’.
Again he pondered. ‘Now what is the greatest possible problem? ’
After a while he knew the answer and then he spent 931 years for the correct formulation.  
The Passionate Rationalist told No-one in Particular, who had waited quite patiently, and 
had only pulverized of boredom every now and then, he said, proudly:
‘To find the solution for the Problem of Problems in general’
The eyes of No-one in Particular were filled with astonishment and the heart of our hero 
was filled with ambition, which was new for him.
‘That’s right!’, cried No-one in Particular and disappeared while the Intellectual Romantic,
or the Passionate Rationalist, thought about the Problem of Problems in general.
‘Paradoxical’, said the Passionate Rationalist after thinking about the Problem of Problems
in general, and he partially agreed with himself.
 ‘Yet it is completely explicable’, he added, and, without verifiable reason, 
stabbed himself to death.