Stop. Just stop. You're fiddling. Tapping your toe glancing around, picking your fingernails. Stop.
Can you do it? Are you scared of the stillness? Yes, I thought so. Let me tell you a story, then, to quell your fears. So stop your little movements and your little noises. LIsten.
In the beginning there was nothing. Although nothing did not move, it roiled and screamed and raked through the crevasses of itself. All was stillness nd stillness was everywhere an the contradictions ran a thick as memory. Until the New Thing came.
The New Thing was time and with a measurement of duration nothing began to strain at its bonds. And nothing escaped. From freedom came the stars and the sun and the earth. The leaves whispered their secrets to the undulating grasses. Restless water lapped at the shore. The universe hummed with motion and life and energy.
But life and death are crucially entwined. each movement tugged the planet closer to death, closer to nothing bound by time.
Do you see? Only thorugh stillness can we survive.
Stop. Just stop. Don't move.
Stillness. Silence. Peace.
Good. Now stay that way.
