Not, rather
I am what is when you don’t notice.
You notice when it’s not me – when my absence is too much your eyes squint; you reach for a hat, or sunglasses, or use your own hand if I leave quickly. You notice when my absence is so complete; well, you would, if you even knew what that was like – so complete that your ancestors reached, groped even, for a lantern. Not that they had one. Or knew what a lantern is. But you? You don’t know the complete absence of me
– you have filled the void entirely.
and
The Void holds what you need.