Present to me 250mL of water in a 500mL glass, and I shall declare it half-full.

Indeed, water aside--that which is deemed both necessary for life and that which drowns it--the vessel is undoubtedly halfway consumed with emptiness.  This finite abyss stares back at us through every negative space, not grinning but gaping in amusement.  Rhythmically and silently it snakes into the lungs, delighting in this waltz of expansions and contractions that will prolong suffering and…