Those are the words I meditate on.
Looking around, the constant cycle of conforming and spewed totalitarian nonsense, as if robotic, overwhelms and represses distant voices. They do not know that they are becoming more distant.
Soon they all blend into one. A single, small, voice.
They cease as their identity reveals the human construct they fed on and soon all will blend into one single small voice that ceases and becomes no more.
Well, don't you know?
When the trees learn to forget all life will cease.