These are sentences
These are words
These are letters
These are strange shapes
These are lines and dashes
These are nothing
They hold no meaning
Without our understanding
There is an enormity  
To this nothing
You can find
This nothing
Everywhere
In the streets
In the clouds
On the food you eat
In the air
It's on our skin
And sometimes it is
Even on our bones
There is an enormity
To this nothing
A tool for
creating
For living
For everything
These are nothing
These are lines and dashes
These are strange shapes
These are letters
These are words
These are sentences
And that is everything