Not that nothing MEANS simply one thing, but nothing IS simply one thing. This isn’t about subjectivity of experience but a lack of essentialism. We are not simply seeing things in different ways, but things exist in different ways, because nothing exists outside of the way we see them. The only important philosophy is that of our experience. The electron is simultaneously a wave and a particle, Shroedinger’s cat is simultaneously dead and alive - time is both fast and slow, thought is liquid and solid, the lighthouse means everything, and nothing. Everything is capable of existing in multiple forms. There is nothing essential about an object, but there may be multiple essences. It is not that we are SEEING things differently, but that things CAN be DIFFERENT THINGS, because the way we see them, shapes them. Everything is reduced to language, and construct. Nothing is simply one thing, because we see nothing as simply one thing. 

These are the words I write now. They mean nothing. I hate what Virginia Woolf does to my brain.