Klahan Metharom caused his vessel to walk along the narrow path leading from the sacred gardens to the inner temple, utterly focussed on maintaining the void in his mind.
The void was everything, being nothing at all. It filled the skull of his corporeal form and was held there such that nary a stray thought or emotion manifested there. He walked, but in the manner of an automaton. He was aware of birdsong and wind rustling through leaves, but only vaguely, for these things had no individual significance.
No individual significance, yet collectively, they were all connected to each other; he and everything else was connected as one, all was connected with the void. All was the void, the void was everything; all was nothing.
He paused, struck dumb by the realisation that he was the void, and the void was he, that he was one, balanced.