[Mr. Nobody]

How about the opposite: Void of collective knowledge, void of common intelligence in a sea of dark matter, constantly being torn between the forces it created itself. Suns being born and suns dying in an infinite struggle against the inevitable end of maximum disorder. No one sees and no one hears because no one is here to see or hear. All this vastness, all this energy, specks of light, matter ablaze, a fog glowing in darkness, suspended in eerie shapes. But there is warmth and there is one lonely observer. Autonomous matter on a rock sprung consciousness and conscience, an awareness of itself. A product of evolution within the great expanse. The system woke up and is looking at itself only to find that there is no one looking back. What does it all mean? Why are we here? What comes next? Questions emanating into cold space, questions that have no meaning in a world without eyes nor ears. Question without a meaning in a reality without a soul