Rain drop pound on the tin of my roof, yet not alarming as the hollow creeks in the wooden floor. If you listen even closer you here the buzz of a bug. Tonight just like everyone other night is not quiet, is not peaceful, but normal. Listen to the world that surrounds you, and you will see that your thought aren't alone. Noises are every where, sounds over speak everything. The impossibility of finding the true meaning of silence in this world is quiet. Just only one sound can be quiet, but never salient.
