In the midst of nothing there is a space from which all arises.
This space holds the music of the universe, a magical symphony of atoms and protons and the like.
Everything that is anything comes from this space. Everything that you are comes from this. The oneness that the Buddha talks about ... That comes from this space.
When you forget your nature you can define yourself from the mind. To be this, to be that, these are all characteristics of form. Not that which we truly are. This ethereal formless, the infinite nothingness, this is our true nature.
Why is this important? What could bother infinity? What pain can be felt by nothingness. When we forget who we are we become trapped by the delusions of form ... Maya.