Please go through the below excerpt from "The Story of My Life" from "Helen Keller"
I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm. Others there are whose hands have sunbeams in them, so that their grasp warms my heart.
What kind of feeling is "empty of joy"?
Empty belongs to "Nothing". Joy belongs to "Something" with feelings. How come Nothing belongs to Something? Purely contradictory.