A blank canvas

Each appearance sinks into non-appearance
as a point into a blank canvas
that is the origin of each point.

And every non-appearance
that only human can take upon himself
allows the canvas to grow to infinity,
to embrace all the points
through each other and through himself.

And blessed are all the sons of the empty canvas,
for through each other they will be the sun of the eternal sky
and woe to all the stars of their own sky,
for they will only be
the abyss of the eternity of darkness
through their own point.