Suffering is nothing more than the greatest of guides. It is in pain that we find the treasure, the fruit, the bell, the light, the sword, the love. Whatever the finding is that you acquire in your trembling agony, however you wish to name this sacred discovery, through whichever channels your inquiry led you to, remember that your discovery is not absolute. There, in the agony, you must stretch its spine through the years of your mortal lives.

We appear to have captured the definition of suffering to be something paralysing and something that puts life on hold and therefore something that must be avoided. This is a futile attempt to rectify the nature of our dualistic prophetic ambience that we find at the door as we reign in our supreme intuition for short moments before we commit to a decision that is large and meaningful. Suffering is something that must be met head-on and invited in to your home, treated as a special guest with special hospitable needs.

We move through the world bombarded at every angle. All day, we are tested and distracted without honour in the picture. Without meaning, we sway between docile movements of cultural theory and transcend into short-lived madness, though we dare accept this fateful fact. If we could hear the inner dialogues of strangers' minds and tuned them upon a radio transmission to the highest of towers, what would that noise be as loud as?

ONE MILLION HEAVY METAL FESTIVALS AT ONCE IN EVERY COUNTRY IN EVERY VILLAGE.

Constant doubt, regret, shame, hate, and fear.

The chatter of beggars' teeth.

Within every moment of day-to-day conscious experience are opportunities to be silent. The senses can be vitalised and harnessed as guides to the silent ambience of your life, the submission to the awareness of the sounds of birds, the engines, and passings of cars, in traffic and on road. The washing machine swirling around and shaking the floorboards.

This is all a wonder, an opportunity to sink into the peace of their factual existence. The sounds are temporary, and we must acquire the peace within them. Use it, and sit within the sounds of life, for they are you as you are them.

The sounds will make you liberated; it doesn't matter if you feel a friction in-between the moments of acceptance, these again are mere thoughts directing you back to the state you set out to free yourself from.

Chains are upon you in every opportunity; direct your attention outward to the fabrics and sounds of the world, and you will drift away into a peace unlike any other. No thoughts for food, sound for life.