Sometimes the humming gives way to a great silence. No sigh, no rustling reaches your ears, and then a moment comes when everything around you vanishes.

Silence, just like time, is inevitable. Fate is designed to be certain. But even the smallest existence has a tendency to change the course of everything. I know almost no one who cannot escape the river of time, but having concern about space and everything you touch along the way becomes part of the river’s current.

| Things you name in your space, you own—collected but unnamed things around you own you.

Existence is described as a basic procedure to gain meaning not simply through the passage of time, but through capturing meaningful input and what we accumulate by living. Fate is the exhibition center, determining what must happen, but your free will is the artwork, your decor, and you must determine what happens along the way.

| Resist the urge to say that obstacles are interruptions to existence—they typically help give existence and everything you come across, its character.

And so, my dear reader, from darkness to mountains and wounds. This is our purpose.
Yes, and so it is—patience is the highest form of giving.

Peace up!