What do you do, however, when the blank is not a blank at all? What do you do when the blank is an alluring space gifted by the shimmering, quivering walls that surround it? Technically, it is a hollow, a deep dimple in the split of matter. On another level, it is a space craving for an answer, to be filled with spilled seeds conceived of mutual thought, words and expressive wonder.
This feeds back in to my quantum musings. Is there such a thing as space? We think so when we blast from the bounds of gravitation. But aren’t we all connected molecularly in a chaotic way? What happens when we split a void? The answer is, always something. And that void plays a major role. The very notion of encountering a void can summon a powerful, roiling momentum. When encountered correctly, the void answers back and therefore has presence and character. The void matters just as much as matter. And that’s all I have to say about that for now.
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