Without..

Would there just be the unbearable, terrible silence of noise in the world, without the music?
Isn´t the noise we surround ourselves with willingly, in the end nothing but a try of escape for up to a few minutes. repeat, again, again and again? What is leading this everforward push for escapism? Are we cowards before our own hearts?
I can only remember the slight echo of what was music in the Garden. It is gone, it has left me behind, struggling, as I woke. It is I who left it behind. I only know, it must have been the sweetest sound that ever drifted to my ears, but also, I am not quite certain anymore.



Robert Mel Parkner, The Garden And Why I Came Back