In Solitude

When society is made up of men who know no inner solitude
It can no longer be held together by love
Consequently, it is held together by a violent and abusive authority
But when men are violently deprived of solitude and freedom,
The society in which they live becomes putrid
And it festers with sycophancy, resentment and hate

So find me in the silence
And let us bring comfort to one another and learn in solitude
For in those silent moments between the noise
We can truly be at peace
But without access to true chaos, we'll never know true peace
Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better

Words are the conflict between silence and silence -
Between the silence and noise and the silence of our own being
When we have really met and known the world in silence
Words do not separate us from the world nor from others
Nor from ourselves because we no longer trust entirely in language to contain reality

It just goes to show that some words are useless
We will never hear anything, never become anything
And in the end - because we have said everything before we had anything to say -
We will be left speechless when our words actually hold weight
But our rhetoric won't raise the dead in a world slowly fading away