Prologue III

Do you know what's stronger than the storm, than the roaring and raging force? The quiet manifestations of life, which are like the water sharpening the stone.

Behind the outside noise, sometimes it's hard to hear anything but it. Being there you can forget who you are, where you were going. But life happens all the time and everywhere. When the storm subsides, it becomes clear that life didn't go anywhere.

It is the music that never stops playing. It can be barely perceptible in the hum we emit with our myriad mechanisms that were supposed to make our lives easier (ha), the conflicts, the anxiety that covers megacities like a tsunami.

But if you listen to yourself, you will hear a melody that you have already heard in the morning, or that you have forgotten long ago. It sounds like a heartbeat. Or the gentle rustling of the grass on a windy hilltop. It sounds like a flute playing in a field filled with light and peace. It reminds you of home. And it's always with you.