I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
I will never forget that absence
that entered me like a man enters his own house,
and I was satisfied with nonbeing:
an emptiness open to everything.
— From The Sea and the Bells, Pablo Neruda