Emptiness isn't empty in a sense of boring bleak absence of sensory stimuli. It's empty in a sense that there is nothing.
There are no things.
No things are there. All of them.
Nothing is the hardest thing to create, and yet look at us.
There are no things.
No things are there. All of them.
Nothing is the hardest thing to create, and yet look at us.
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