Will I be _______? Won't I be ________? What if I allowed myself complete retreat from the world?
The answer is in the stars and the breeze and the soaring eagle: which things are silent. I belong to the set of silent things; whose realm is infinite and eternal. My role in life is to be an enigma: a thing strange, a thing admired but for the wrong reasons, a thing with ineffable thoughts and no certain place; plain yet oddly extraordinary.
There was no out cry at my birth and as I blow out the candle, there will be no mourning.