Scattered Ashes

During the following days, I plan to bear my ashes to the Mountain again, and retreat, as it were, like Hesse's solitary Steppenwolf back to the steppes. I will soon find out what Silence has in store for me.

We are self-aware matter, particles that are conscious of themselves. In this manner we participate in the Geist. In its absence, we are nothing but scattered ashes.