Full of void

 It's 99.9% they say, damn sure.

Empty they see, but only 0.1% as all.

With us in this cosmos, insignificantly small;

Transcendence is the only cure.

Where only with the five senses we know,

A trap well laid by the cosmic brain.

The only way to grow,

Is to fill the void with a magnificent terrain,

Of perception.

Transcendence is the only way home.