Literally everything in existence is more comforting and simultaneously discomforting than the nonexistent void.
Comfort, as well as discomfort, are things not conceivable nor experienced in the void of nonexistence, since, y’know, they don’t exist (along with everything else).
What is more comfortable than returning to the void from whence we’ve came?
Literally everything in existence is more comforting and simultaneously discomforting than the nonexistent void.
Comfort, as well as discomfort, are things not conceivable nor experienced in the void of nonexistence, since, y’know, they don’t exist (along with everything else).