It all makes sense, we're capable of beauty. Through sounds which makes one cringe, the dogs only hear us now.... For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening... Noise brings so many things, make my tingling skin freeze.

Language is the heart’s lament, a weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherent in the search for permanence. Like all the future ghosts who scratch their names in wet cement, demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness. Abstraction is the stake between the anima and animus. Deflesh the word as scourge of human destiny. Behold the world in other people, life is charity.

hmmmm.......