to the end of the earth

If at any moment I were to collapse, under the weight of myself, or the whole fucking world, what would be left would be the husk of an empty threat. Vacant and empty in that way where it goes on forever, but a forever which cannot even begin to be navigated. Don't worry though, I'm not special, you too are filled with a void of space which is both infinite and nothing. Call it anti-matter. Call it a mathematical abstraction, seen only within the minds and on chalk-boards of abstract scientists. Or, call it the Abyss and wonder, with awe along with the philosophers and mystics, how we came to know a place of absolute nothingness. Wonder how this place of absolute nothingness came to know us, always.