In the heart of silence, there lies a question, a question that asks itself in whispers, in echoes, in dreams.
What begins and never ends, what flows without a riverbed, what asks and never answers? Repeat it, think it, say it, see it.
The answer is not hidden, yet it hides in plain sight, among thoughts, beneath rhythms of the mind. Repeat it, think it, say it, see it.
In the labyrinth of words, where shadows dance with light, where light dances with shadows, find the center, find the beginning. Repeat it, think it, say it, see it.