Solitude

It is in the hours that lie between day and night, when death comes visiting with slumber, when the world seems to be spinning endless in a void that is defined by the rising rays of light by the horizon, and by the fleeting departure of the stars.

That, is the time when death opens the door. The door of profound solitude and severance from the world that we soak ourselves in. The door that leads, strangely enough, to the cavity of the Heart. The space of silence, not quiet - silence.

Step through the door that death stands guard, and let enter the self.

the self that is the secret to itself.