Even if the world is nothing more than a fleeting sensation or a simulacrum, we still go about our lives accepting the names and meanings that have been ascribed to everything.
Learning foreign songs. Faraway mountains with three different names. Birds in the sky. Staring into the moon as if it were a mirror. The pull of gravity. The similarity of our veins to those of leaves. Snow is white and melts away.
We assign subjective importance to these names and meanings based on their relevance to our own lives. Put another way, we are constantly constructing our own worlds. What arises from this, what can never be stripped away from us or our worlds, is freedom. With freedom comes happiness.
Dance with blanks. Go on, dance. The void can never be filled.