Is it possible to really explain one's self in "THIS" limited space provided? Do you really want to read a few trivial facts about me? Is it even possible to give a TRUE representation of one's self in textual form?
Is life a continuous mystery? Where, is the place to seek knowledge of one's potential intrinsic exponential depth? Am you I to see the sound of them? Is it the many who control the few? Or, is it the few who control nothing? Isn't Control the "REAL" illusion? Many a place is -the where- that inhabits the thought of the mind in the ever evolving illusion that is perceived throughout the continuing moments of existence. Thought is change and ever changing is thought... Do you think? Have you ever considered that one possiblilty may lead to another and that the first possiblity considered was one of many in the first place?
Now consider this:
If there were nothing but silence, it wouldn't exist for you; you wouldn't know what it is.
Only when sound appears does silence come into being.
