Sometimes I wish the words would cease. There would be an empty space. Silence be. Why? Too noisy. But when one is gone there will truly be silence. Then the words will remain, give shape to a self that has disappeared into thin air. That’s what people do when they die right? That’s why the need for religion right? That’s why we find meaning right? See what I mean. Too noisy. But how to let the self disappear? Through meditation maybe. Through understanding that is only to be gained through living through adversity. No one bypasses suffering. No one bypasses death. Tell me then, what would the magpie sing? Is it a common chorus? Would it be to sing of oblivion?