Our souls come from the void, we are born from it- forged in its dark and cold embrace, and when our time on this earth is through it is to the void that we return to be absorbed into the cosmic essence that will form another soul.
Sometimes our souls remember our origins and all the happiness in the world cannot bring a smile to our face or the warmth of love to our hearts. This is ultimately what it is to be human, and what makes us appreciate our time here all the more for the brighter days we share.
For many writers, poets, artists, and other creative souls it is the void to which we owe our most inspired works. If there is one thing we know, it is the void; and when we stare deep into the void it is our muse that stares back.