In the end, it was all I had left. It was all that was left.
But it was that one thing, the one thing that turned out to be everything.
For, after all that I'd been, and all that I'd known had been dissolved, there remained just that one thing.
And that one thing was love.
The omnipresent force that had always flickered within, and always flickered without.
As it was, love was the everything that I had discovered. The everything in the nothing.
In the nothing, there contained was The All.
In that moment, when there was nothing, I realised that I had everything; I was everything, and the everything that I was an aspect of, defined everything that was.
It was all I needed, it was all I was, all I had ever been, and all I ever will be.
Love is The All, and The All is love.
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