Sometimes we find ourselfs thinking hard (perhaps to often) and sometimes we think freely, thought is light and stuff fall into place. I had one of those moments recently. I recalled a childhood memory, from when I was around 10-12. I then spend alot of time listening to music in my headphones (I hated speakers, I wanted the sound for myself, no one else but me), perhaps 4-5 hours per day. I remember one time, it only happened once or twice in my life, when I was listening to music it all became quiet. The record hadnt stopped. But I remember being drawn into myself, like the eye of a storm, and I sat watching myself in utter silence. I had some kind of contact with, which I realized later, was some kind of origin within myself. And it was silent. So, a thought emerged today. What if existence is born from silence? What if this silence is found within sounds, as if sounds carries silence with it? What if sounds, therefor, can take us back the origin of our existence?