Lull And Reflection. ... ... ...

How shall one proceed? Is there a place to gather thoughts and reflect? Tis a season of stillness with the flow of nothing. Even the attempt of motion rings of silence. Nevertheless, to cease of all, is incomprehensible fruition! One cannot tolerate inactivity! Something is always begging to be done, as evasive, as it continuously seems to be.

HELLO? Er ra, what is next? As hard as it is, one is to wait and rest and refresh in the quietude, ... as hard as it is!