The silence hummed inside my head
I could hear the blood rushing through my veins.
I listened to the heavy rain washing open my mind.
It flooded me with memories
memories I wanted to forget.
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up already.
The room echoed.
Broad landscapes are never commanded from lowlands.
It is elevation which gives wide vision.
We ought to see the portentous developments of our time from a high altitude.
We desire a higher altitude in order to explore greater latitudes and longitudes.
Only when we sta...