silence is the epitome of enjoying the moment, the sounds of the world are louder than you know, everyone and everything speaking and making noise at the same time, and only a few are sitting and listening, just listening, not just sitting, waiting to speak, but just sitting and listening, enjoying the moment, letting the mind be quiet, enjoying their own silence in order to listen to everything and everyone around them, enjoying the calm embrace of a full world being completely empty.  Most have read and most will perceive that these words have been written before, they may have been, but not in this way, not in this style, as I sit and enjoy a calmness and quietness about my own personal space, my own box, that I'll hide in until, I choose to let people in, choose to come out, I'll enjoy the nice soothing repetitive sounds of my own rhythm, my own heartbeat, biorhythms, natural sounds emitted from nature, at times tuned into an irritating sound of repetitive bullshit, but at the moment it's a calming thump over and over again, mixed in with peaceful thoughts of just letting words flow in and out of your mind.  The cranking of that jack in the box, the repetitious melody that would drive most outside as well as inside the box mad, but this jack has chosen to stay inside, doesn't need the help, doesn't want the help at the moment, it's just enjoying it's own space, it's own creation of sound, which is nothing wasted, it doesn't fall onto deaf ears, as jack listens to himself just sit and be.