Light_Nazgul

As the eminence of my revelations of my psyche are verbalized, I perceive the silence is but an underpinning for the music of my cognition to play against. The endless unstirring is a complement much like a canvas for all conversations to be laid out upon. For with out this steady base line how could we fathom the depth and textures of our dreams? The existence and in-existence perceived as one rides to and fro on a great number-line always sensing the zero. We measure all from this base including ourselves. The symbols crashing to our ears changing us little by little as the ocean carves rocks. The chocolate rending us into a new being with its intensity.