Silence is the substance of the soul. A primordial space of eternal quietude reigns. In the silence all things arise and disappear back into it. Holding on is the cosmic joke.
I have seen my life emerge from the silence and disappear back into it. It has not made me happy, but I am not here to be made happy. I am here to wake up from the dream that I have control over anything at all.
I try to make myself happy but it is a useless enterprise. Happiness is a by-product.
The earth is changing and so are we. Shall we fall back into the ooze of mechanical sleep or shall we sink consciously into everlasting peace?