Loud

We prefer everything loud, in hopes that it will drown out the gnawing, nagging voice that dogs us. We are mortal. We are going to die. We owe Nature a Death. More, we deserve to die, it's our exchange for being born. In that we're still here, we've harmed many, this is sure. We've deprived others of happiness, wealth, peace, a roof over the head, all so we can come home and watch 'Lost' at the end of the day. Everything is just a bit ugly, and given enough glitter and noise, it all can fade to the background and we can create chimeras in it's stead. Joseph Campbell said it best. 'Life eats life' and we have the audacity to think we eventually won't get eaten. All we can do is resolve to cut our way through the belly of the whale when it swallows us whole in the sea. Such is the state of the soul of things, and has been from what I see, for about the past four thousand years. But if you sink through it all, there is a peace, the Spirit. The magical element that somehow sits atop of it all, yet supports from the bottom. It is Quiet, Still, in Repose. It can cut through the worst emotion, the most frightening thought, the most evil desire and tell you 'you don't need a thing'. Then, amidst the 'loud', you can experience Peace, and know that the best part of you is nothing less than incorruptible and immortal. And then, you can contentedly continue on.