There is an abundance of words rattling in my head like marbles in an empty drum, creating nothing but noise. Internal and external dialogs, monologues, arguments - they are all but a bustle, distracting from invitingly-fearsome Emptiness. Floundering in the web of words that is weaved around our consciousness, we suffer.

I want to offer the silence of image. A childish smile flashing through an old face, sorrow of wisdom in the eyes of a kid, transparent light captured in a dewdrop, tranquility of the wind playing with the branches.

I want to offer a moment of frozen time. This is the door to Eternity.