We can see matter as a 4-dimensional pattern of interference, a beat pattern,
an inhomogenous sequence of the medium similar to the ripples in a sea
of cosmic, polydimensional energy or the light wave as ripples of
electromagnetic fields: "empty" space becomes a pleroma of a
holographic chill mold. The question as to interspace (in interspace)
takes on the form of fractal recursion ("Is the devil hiding behind the
detail?") with infinite (and imaginary) complexity.
Even the galactic "void" in the interspaces of planetary orbits is
full of discrete worlds. And the exchange of virtual gravitons: the love
of the stars. Is "nothing" empty?