[ WP ] Everywhere I look there is a vast hunger , and I feed it , oh how I feed it .

There was nothing surrounding me. I felt like nothing, I was nothing. They said that the grass is always greener on the other side. I do n't really remember them well, I was one once, though. A human, I wonder if all of them -- us -- turned into things like me. Were they, too, emptiness, just like me? I have no form, only will. 
 
 But this vastness needs to be filled! I have been alone for too long. I need to turn this into.... Into something! 
 
 Something needs to be! 
 
 I feel so hungry, hungry for this desire. Oh why, oh why? Why do I want this so much? Everything will just disappear again just as it did once -- I do n't know how long ago, but it was infinitely more times than my human lifetime. I try not to think about it, remembering my own form gives me more hunger. 
 
 This hunger has turned into a starvation. I need it! I need life... I need matter. I need things to be, instead of just nothing. 
 
 I am blind, I am deaf, I am nothing. I am purely will, the desire to be. Am I truly blind and deaf, or is there just nothing to see? to hear? 
 
 I am? How can I say this when there is no me? What am I referring to? 
 
 I was so desperate to find something in this emptiness, I think I did. The universe... was there. I felt so weak, so over exerted. And I do n't know how I knew that the universe was, but I did. And it felt amazing. 
 
 I felt... that my hunger had dissapated, my desire had been fulfilled. 
 
 But even this soon was n't enough. What could possibly make the universe like it once was? So filled with wonder and delight, so many things to find, an infinite sea of knowledge. There was nothing to know here. 
 
 The little glowing pinpricks exploded into being. They made the sky around me be warm and bright, and made the empty space seem cold and desolate. Once, it was so warm, so friendly. 
 
 I am only will. And no matter what you have, you only have so much. So when I willed for more, such complexity, for there to be knowledge to be learned and things to be seen and heard and tasted, it took every last bit of myself. 
 
 And thus I was no more. But neither would I every desire more.
