From nothing grows all that ever was. Ghosts fill every empty space and pulsate with memory. Only when we sit in stillness are the most subtle of movements felt completely. At times we reach out for things to lean on and at others, as if by magic, those things seem to find us.
"The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between this profusion of matter and the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness." -Andre Malraux