"Inspiration we can only find in ourselves.
It is hidden within us, and its condition is therefore a form of solitude.
Moments of silence, detachment from all social links.
Inspiration comes and goes like the wind. It is not at our disposal.
But in these moments of illumination and in our memory of them,
all the contradictiongs that rule our daily lives seem illusory,
even the idea of time slips away. We find freedom and repose."
- [Figure and Emptiness Agnes Martin's The Islands at the Josef Albers Museum]

As I read this passage, I could feel myself
desperately wanting to be in the moment of silence.
Even for a while.
to find the inspiration.
to find the purpose.
I simply wanted to listen to my inner voice.
I closed my eyes for a while and when I opened them,
the world under the sun was so bright.
Reflection of the light is everywhere.
I cherished the moment.
The moment of being alone.