It is within the vastness that we become acutely aware of our sound. Its projection upon the emptiness, a reverberation of our own existence.
Scientific analysis often presupposes a form of motion or interaction. Yet, in the abyss, motion is an illusion, and interaction is merely an echo of thought.
One might ponder the realm of dreams as a unique computational system—one that processes the silences and sounds, yielding forms yet unseen.