What is true today, this moment? Where is the dead voice of the truth? Nobody hears, if we shout loud enough, and we are shouting. No silence, no thought. No sleep, no dreams. And without thoughts and dreams, there is no truth.
What is he who is still in the storm? What is he who is silent in the noise? What is this voice that does not tire? Shout louder, lest he speak, lest we hear and learn and know.
Our cracking voices cannot manage a further moan. Our eyes will not stay open.
We can’t…
Don’t listen to him…
Tale Told 