“Something Else”

With our words, all we can do is argue.

Argument, we have been brainwashed to believe, is our highest form of being.

Spiders inside of spider webs.

Where in this web can we have common ground?

I am a broken record who does not know his own heart. I am a lost soul.

How can we have common ground about what matters most, which is only in each individual’s heart?

Should we argue about the taboo, the blood, or the insanity of a Three Stooges pie-in-the-face farce?

I am a human bean, sprouted from the muck, the fertile volcanic vitamins.

There is something else in the silence.