Small souls, big souls, great souls, new souls, come hear the music of thought playing for you in these  quiet places, slip between the scene and the solidification of your own serenity. For now is a time of peace, if you did not feel it already. There are slow souls too, though we are all moving in one way or another. Just close your eyes, open your heart and know it, eat it, read it, swim through it until you find your answers. If you do not like the ones you find then forget them and find some others. There’s no one way to reach yourself, but a billion strings wrapped around your heart and pumping it. Split yourself and walk all of them, or rush headlong down just one. I do care, but I don’t judge. This is a collective agreement: We all think you’re special. Sometimes it’s just hard to see the wood from the trees from the branches in the leaves without considering that we might be looking down on you. It doesn’t make you less by making yourself different. This is the truth.