Silence is a repose so precious to the mind in our times. To be at rest with no contention in the world, no issue or quarrel with any existing or apparently existing thing - for it but a sigh and a longing for so many of us. When it is acquired and attained, what else can there be to do, why soar or float around the dominions of engendered existence, when we are found, and what we have sought is complete in us?

Why sing, with such magnificent music, that but demands our silence as a price for its gift?

Her majesty awes me, her beauty cannot be told, for there are no telling. For her I become capricious and jealous, and a miser in truth.

In my mind I am overwhelmed at the amount of wellfounded and reasonable arguments and reasoning that I should be silent, that I should rest, that I should stand still.. not dance and prance around like I do in life. But I have to question myself whether or not it isn´t so - that it is my ambition to hold still and attain to nothing, my ambition for duration, in the very face of eternity, that kept me idle. As for songs, one that has a voice can carry a tune, however badly.. so with the impressions I have gotten.. on my solitary journey.

So to you, dear friend, I offer these words. So they will have somewhere to go, so they will have somewhere to soar or sink.