Nothingness is core. It is center. That is why negative space is infinite. Tactile things are finite. They all pass away. Eventually. Universal thoughts and conjectures, good and bad, withstand the beating waves of time. These are infinite. They become the negative space, the change in tone and the shadow of value so gradually you don't ever realize it. They shift ever so slightly, creating a utopia of a dream and a hell of a nightmare. Embrace it, I say--embrace the void. Simplify, nullify.