Black is neither emptiness nor ugliness.
Black is simply boundless depth married to mystery.
Black embraces all, invites all to silence and stillness.
Black is never truly content, yet is never a glutton.
Black cannot be nothingness, for even if all the stars of heaven should fade, and all were wrapped in it’s embrace; the complexity of the universe’s structure would belie the ignorance of those who stared through the telescope and saw nothing.
Laboratory of Mind 