Digging Thru Grandma's Attic

Except "Grandma" is me. I have this old PC I want to donate to charity and I need to cleanse it of tax returns, personal data, porn, old business files, etc. I managed to get everything transferred to this PC today and I now need to find a disc-scrubbing utility so that everything is fine and dandy.

But, wow. What a treasure trove of data from the 1990s I found, including a lot of personal writings.

Nothing.
Everything wasn’t, isn’t and never will be.
Nothing was, is, and always will be.
Everything is illusory.
Nothing can be visualized.
Nothing is God.
Everything is nothing.
Nothing isn’t everything.
Nothing isn’t anything.
Nothing isn’t.
Nothing.

Cue the Raconteurs.