There is an intrinsic power in Nuit, in the Great Unmanifest behind All That Is. It is receptive. It is capable of taking an imprint upon itself. It is the mold upon which we can impress our existence.
This I that is existing in the universe, this self-aware consciousness, is couched in the medium that is Nuit. It is the space within which it resides, the world that is created to contain it.
The Void is beyond our comprehension, as mortals. I sit and write, here in Malkuth, stretching upwards with my consciousness to penetrate the higher realms. I use symbol and allegory to discern the different layers above me, trapped as I am in this prison of the senses.
Here, in the Kingdom, I can use my earthly senses and mobility to perceive and manipulate the world of Matter.
Above, where I long to be, I cannot sense clearly, and I can only interact but clumsily.
I am a dense block of stuff. Within me is my angelic soul, trying to understand the higher realms from this lowest point on the planes of creation.