Nothing. We need our nothingness more than we need our somethingnesses in some ways. Magical unicorns and such things. And the nothingness that seperates our somethings. Which give us time to breathe and not explode. Nothingland is the land when we sleep and it's just all black. Nothing, yet everything we could ever ask for, sometimes. A space which sometimes we wish we would never awaken from.
Nothing. In a nut shell.
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