Untitled rumblings

an untitled colleciton of loud low continuous noise in the moments of silence..

when the mind goes silent and there is no one to disturb you random rumblings come to mind about various things and various topics, topics that matter to you and the topics that don't except perhaps they matter to you somewhere in the depth of the consciousness which you are afraid to acknowledge. the percussions coming from the dark recess of existence. but why do we call them dark and what is in them that we try to avoid, what makes us fear them and stop confronting them, what makes us so paralyzed about them that we just want to shun them?

I don't know the answers but maybe reflecting on the same thoughts coming from other people makes me get the proper view of the situation and that is something that I will try to offer in this book.