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It's all a void, but sometimes there is comfort to be found in the void. As far as I can tell, this universe might just as well be a prison. I wonder if a form of existence exists beyond this dimension, beyond this comprehension. It's somewhat underwhelming to imagine that this is all there is for us, but at the same time, I suppose finding gratitude provides some with solace. Though it still doesn't address the fact, that none of us really know where we are, or where it's all heading, on this rock hurling through space.