In the beginning, there was the Word, and the Word was Void.
Gödel looked upon the Void, and comprehended it not. For it was utterly empty.
If only I could measure this expanse, I could know where it begins and ends, he thought.
So Gödel rendered Scale unto the Void, and he saw that it was good.
The Void now lay at his feet, a perfect cube of deepest black.
If only I could hold the Void in my hands in order to better examine it, he thought.
So he rendered Position and Rotation unto the Void.
Reaching down, he picked up the Void and began to turn it over in his hands.
While pleased with his creation, Gödel was troubled. My little Void has Scale, Position, and Rotation, and I am able to examine it, he thought. But where do I, the examiner stand?
His eyes strained into the immeasurable distance.
“Anything you create dear Gödel, belongeth to me”. Came a thunderous voice.
Gathering his composure, Gödel shouted back, “who speaketh?”
“I am the Void”, came the voice once more. “I am that which contains all”.
“And I am the knower of all!” Gödel shouted back defiantly. “I rendered Scale, Position, and Rotation unto the first Void, I shall render it unto you too!”
This he did, and the Void was indeed given Scale, Position, and Rotation.
The second Void now sat neatly in the palm of his hand. Somewhere deep within, the first Void distantly resided.
“Ha! I have made you knowable too”, laughed Gödel.
Satisfied with his work, Gödel lifted his gaze from his new prize.
Once again, his eyes strained into the distance, and the thunderous voice boomed out from the abyss - “but what containeth your prize?”
Bah! Gödel despaired.