An absence of sense.
All is false; everything is illusion.
To incur a constant, yet linear spurious wave of feeling.
Abstraction is the only way so all dreams look true.
Reality is impulsion; never being as it unconsistanly shows.
Fainting it all; reality of confused waveforms.
? chaos undefined as a stream of energy.
That ridiculous inert matter can not even exist - be animated.
Do these misaligned cells deserve the incandescent and necessary ray of life?
Realms of voltaic reactions bathe in the ultimate void and absence of sense.