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Inky blackness; Not empty, But full–– Full of water. Dots of purple cynicism–– Grief, guilt, And just a touch of sulking–– Spreading, drifting... "Meaningless, meaningless! Everything is meaningless; Life is never without pain, And all are doomed to die. Is it better to never be Than to live in torment, Suffering inevitable miseries While taunted with false hope Only to have even this snatched away By the inevitable end?" A fleck of yellow; The splash of light. A tiny yellow dwarf Burning like a spark Somewhere in the darkness... "Lift up thy weary eyes! Where came Good and Evil from? They cannot be human contrivances; They are far too heavy to be our inventions. We feel their weight daily, And when we stumble, We feel the fear gnawing at us. No matter how Impossible the Standard, Yet the Standard is universal." Purple and yellow Drifting in the dark, And where they collide, They make Magenta... "In this world, You will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the