Look! Up in the sky! It's mentally unstable man!

You know that place you can get in where you're in a perfect void, and nothing matters but you can't be sad about it because not even your sorrow is important?
The only thing there is is a slight appreciation of the void.
It's sort of like those dreams you have, when you realise that all you are is an amusing sequence of atoms that decided to get together and have a party, and eventually they are going to stop dancing and look around and wonder what to do next, and you won't be anymore.

Even better, the feeling that your very mind is on the edge of simply bursting into the far reaches of universal truth.
There is that, isn't there? Like you're on the cusp of something but there's no motivation to push yourself over the edge?
And simply contemplating the end of your existence doesn't invoke any particular feeling in you? Where you look around and examine your life without any emotion, and you see what you are, and you simply can't summon up the will to care for it?
Our emotions in this void are immaterial. So is our intellect.
All we are, all that we were, and all that we will be will eventually belong to the void.
And sometimes that knowledge possesses us, right? And all you can do is scrabble at the keys, fuelled by god only knows, trying to get your skewed and desperate thoughts onto the screen so you stop thinking them?
Wait.
Maybe it's just me.
Fuck.

I hope I'm insane, some days. I think, better that than this being all there is.