The answer to every question is NO. Then, when the mind is still, let the N melt away.
Friends, how many sets of wings we are, all bearing one weightless soul, who circumscribes the cosmos in a lovely Zero, going nowhere, equaling nothing.
Of course the Zero's emptiness is not nothing, but everything, a vibrant churning sea of virtual selves, fluctuations of the vacuum, where we are both wave and particle, each at our base the ocean of all yet at our peak a particular person. We don't dance with each other. We dance in each other.