In the wood there is a noisy silence where I am able to think once more. These thoughts that are most alive. I find that no longer do I dwell inside of empty fantasies like those of a hollow withering tree. An enate fixation to embrace what ever is happening here. the whispers of an inner within nature's grasp. me, Infatuated inside my own philosophies brings about a question in series. I wonder how this scene has changed throughout the course of all history, here where I stand with a familiar sense of gentle accord. I find myself pondering the passings of a present mind in this ever persistent noisy silence. My senses engulfed through the fusion of all life which surrounds me ... Inside the noisy silence.