It is said that even in death itself, beckons the sound of music, as if to drown the sorrows of it’s difficult existence. As I sat there, on a bench in the middle of nowhere, the lightness of the air lifted heavy burdens from my chest. And as if to sooth my pain, my misery, the echoes of silence whispered through the breeze of a calm and sunny day, in this place that feels as though time itself has paused to bask in its glory.

For a moment, all my troubles felt like a nightmare that I suddenly awakened from, my body felt light as a feather, and my mind clearer than ever, I sat and looked around me searching for the owner of the voice that had put me at peace. Much to my surprise, it was not a person, it was nothing. Complete nothingness is what makes me feel… great.