The Real – with its vast volumes of nothing between the planets, stars, systems and galaxies – was basically… — Iain M. Banks
The Real – with its vast volumes of nothing between the planets, stars, systems and galaxies – was basically mostly vacuum; an averaged near-nothing incapable of true complexity due to its inescapable impoverishment of structure and the sheer overwhelming majority of nothingness over substance.
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