Akasha

The universe floats in the silence of a boundless void. Is that which has not existed nothingness, or is it the potential for everything to become? How does one cope with a void far too vast to fill? How can one create light in a darkness devoid of even a single point? Can one recognize light without knowing the darkness? Our echoing, fleeting emotions float in this void. Is this void that encompasses everything the one that holds us together, or is it the sole host that will ultimately welcome us all? Is it possible to capture the rhythm in the music of creation, or are humankind truly deaf? Perhaps we have become too accustomed to the noise.