The void is a mouth crying to be filled, a blank mind aching for thought, a cavity desperate for shape. What is not implies what is.
I give dignity second place to expedience.
As I mentioned, I was a carpenter for a time.
Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.
Notice this rent in my garment; I am at a loss to explain its presence! I am even more puzzled by the existence of the universe.
Law cannot reach where enforcement will not follow. —Popular aphorism.