Symphony

The sound of life trickling away is a most exquisite symphony. Not unlike the sweeping coldness of the Medieval chants or the masterpieces of the classical fugues. The chance to listen to such heavenly, organic tone is a beauty worth every risk taking.

Mourning is the forlorn poison of contemplation and weeping. None of such expressions are required, once one accepts the purity of chaos, whence confusion and bewilderment are rendered as meaningless as  a prayer before the storm.