Magnificent is the sound of the source of all things. Triumphantly its voice rises above the rest. Upon the ashes of straw men returning to the earth from which they came. It is the cosmic that I speak of … that I long for. Listen. Just listen. It is there in the quiet settled mind. It surfaces in the form of a question and the uncertainty brings peace. I have found the question and I wish not for an answer. At least not in intellectual form. What a relief there is in beautiful open-endedness. Let me now return to quiet solitude, turn off the thinking mind and listen to the symphony that resonates so deeply within my heart. The sound of the source. The eternal question.