If you imagine a man, floating around in a vacuum, deep into space.
All that is, is him, and nothing else. And yet, he has a shape, and
limbs, and perhaps his hands and fingers, they fold around the nothing
that is in his palm, a shape as if something was there. This is when
you know that even when so far into nothing, a hand cannot exist
independent of what it grasps, and a man cannot exist independent of
the world that he evolves in.
Before, he was just an indescrete part of a whole, then he freed
himself and drifted deeper and deeper into nothingness, until he
became the very contour of the world that he left.
