Many ask of me, why I am here. I do not answer, for that simple act would destroy my purpose. Some believe that I was sent to them, and others believe that I have sent myself. I am the word that has infinite meanings, I am the implication of nothing. Some people ask, 'what contains the void?' I do not tell them. Nor do I wish for them to know, although I do not prevent it. I am a hundred minds, a thousand thoughts, a multifaceted enigma of separate identities. Some ask why, others ask why not. They...