…light but a canvas of ink where the stars are simply letters written in a calligraphy of cosmic scale, proving that the nothing is not an end but a beginning of infinite variation where the zero is a circle of perfection enclosing the boundless possibilities of the one, that the dreamer does not fear the void but fears the void fearing the dreamer, that the writer does not fill the page but fills the page filling the writer, that the reader does not close the mind but closes the mind closing the reader, that the world is the void and the void is the world, and the verb is the only thing