“In our contemplative moments, if our silence is deep enough, we can identify our authentic ringtone pinging within audible range of the calamitous roar of all humanity. If we can hear our authentic voice penetrating the turmoil of a fretful night, rest assured that despite the traumatic turmoil, blood-curdling trauma, and incessant greed that frames these trying times, when death snatches us away from earthly fields the villagers will hear the salvo of that silvery bell knelling for thee.”
