The void. Empty yet still full. Full of what? I do not know. After all, the void can only exist if there is something to exist. Nothing can exist without being. And being..is existing. Existing..is to be. And to be is to be made of something. The void, devoid of any other explanation is made to be made of nothing. Empty, inside and out, for eternity. But to be empty is to be full of emptiness. And to be full of emptiness is to have the capacity to be full of love.