I am the void, the darkness within. The mystery that runs deep. I am the infinite, multiplied by itself many times over. I am that which can not be seen and becomes visible in the mind. I am the voice that can not be heard and yet is only known in the heart. We are all united by that which is nothing and is in all things. We are all bound to that which is boundless, inspired in faith by our doubts, and deeply hold our hopes in that which is hopeless. Where then does our perseverance in life originate if not from the void? What of our inspiration? It is all an illusion and it is necessary, but to what end? For how long does one free fall into the abyss before all fear is removed? When we realize that there is nothing at all. The void is dark, vast, and utterly empty, and there is nothing to fear.
