Contemplating the void

Having recently sold part of my library, the empty shelves invite me now to contemplate the void in a new way.  Some books I miss already. How can they have disappeared? Others I can’t even remember- they may not have proved  worth reading or worth reading just once only to be forgotten. What I call my view of the world has always been a tissue studded with holes, but those holes now appear larger and the void one can glimpse through them more evident.