If the view of things is different from the one we have been accustomed to up to now, something emerges that does the well-worn life the service of which not everyone realises the apparent clarity. However, when wise souls tell each other stories about sensitive people whose world is much quieter than that of the others on the outside, it seems as if they are completely drawn into the spell of what is happening, wherever this path leads. Traversing highs and lows, the sound of voices invites you to listen to those whose cries were once overheard. Only very few are able to listen to their call, which knocks on the boundary of eternity and asks to be let in. Drowned out in this world as well as in the other, the heart only finds peace if its word is pure enough to face the questions that life gives it. Every note interwoven with finiteness, its sound leads to that connectedness that knows the vastness of the unspeakable. This is how creation fits into the cycle of being.

A story of a young man at the limit of his resistance.