The void is a stifling place to be. It is strange how something so empty can feel so heavy... and how it can hold you down.
And a void, having no substance, can feel impossible for a foot to find a purchase... and it is hard to imagine how to climb out of it... ex nihilo, nihil fit (out of nothing nothing can come)... at least by itself.
But in the quieter corners of this void, you may find that your ears can pick up some faint echo... your chest feel some vibration... echos drifting in from the edges... voices of those who care. These can be your purchase... as you have been theirs.
And a void, having no substance, can feel impossible for a foot to find a purchase... and it is hard to imagine how to climb out of it... ex nihilo, nihil fit (out of nothing nothing can come)... at least by itself.
But in the quieter corners of this void, you may find that your ears can pick up some faint echo... your chest feel some vibration... echos drifting in from the edges... voices of those who care. These can be your purchase... as you have been theirs.