My hearing was not in my surroundings but somewhere else.
I could hear a wailing turning to howling. Howling turning to roaring.

My mind stepping ajar into a place previously unsensored. Uncharted, Unamed. Unknown.
I am the creatureless feature of a parallell seizure, persisting the law for a self-procedure
That part of the mind which names itself human is but that.

A part. Humans are but mere loose parts walking the perimeters of an illusionary parlor. Setup to become pawned by an unconscious afterfair. What is hope other then righteous despair. Scarred minds aligned to greet salvation that is not known. Not named. Not charted, nor sensored.

Silence is the true sound of reality. The world is but one of many tiny, little echorooms trapped inside a void of silence. All sound reverberates from silence. Silence bading, an echo fading, til silence comes again.


NaaN (Now, always and Never)