Moment of Silence

Thoughtful minds long for silence.


A mere moment of peace and tranquility to reflect and bask in the solitude of our inner conscience. A short respite from the constant noise and useless babble of the outside world, just to hear the ambience of life and our own beating hearts. Perhaps we imagine silence so pure that we are only aware of a serene ethereal melody, resonating just for the existence of being?


However, our quixotic notions betray us. True silence is fear. Rage. Passion. Rapture. Silence such that if it were known by humans would drive them mad million times over in the span of a second.


Silence falls…


First on the ears then the mind. By cruel irony, thought cannot be. Consciousness too is fleeting and soon is silenced. Mortal senses fail; no sound, no sight, no taste, no touch.


Movement must halt. The finite connections, the simplest charges that bind together physical existence are broken and matter dissolves from being. Corporeal form is lost. The idea of life no longer exists.


Light fades, but not even darkness can remain. Darkness requires the absence of light, but need and necessity are no more. The synchronicity of rhyme and reason falter. No action can take place, thus no consequence can be incurred. Cause and effect are null.


In a single moment we fall to oblivion and ascend to infinity, an eternal distortion of Alpha and Omega. Time unravels. Creation never was. An infinite howling void of endless and absolute nothingness. Reality ceases.


Silence is the end.