"Noise, the noise is everything. The deadly noise calms the mind. Think: are we ever silent, the invisible sound vibrating in the bubbles or leaves?"
Thought as a river flows; its course determined not just by obstinance but by friction, the obstinate stone willingly cut smooth, silently sharp.
Trunk Wisdom: Bottled up like echoes in a cave, these fragments of understanding float downstream unseen, waiting to pierce the veil. Can you discern the song behind the noise?