Saturday, August 27, 2011


Everything is empty, yet every vessel is full
Every moment is vacant,
Yet every thought contemplated
The abject emptiness of life
Can only be filled by our hands
Every single act
No matter how simple or complicated
Fills the vacuum
Creates purpose
A vast expanse
Of truth
We create the reality around us
We are the hand
Of the creator
We are proof
There is something

"Sun in an Empty Room by Edward Hopper"