To restore silence is the role of objects.
Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.
Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.
That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.