There's a point in the life of a nihilist person where he realizes that what we call our suffering is only our boundaries to cope with the world around us and that define ourselves, and where he won't be holding anything anymore, so he can choose to do and be whatever he wants.
Images swirling all over like gears... Such is the stability of our being. Changing or always holding. Changing because it always holds, holding because it always changes. Images swirling all over like gears of our own mind.