The silence here you cannot imagine. I am never anywhere else on earth like this place. There is not even the hum of modern electric ping, which has a sound unlike the old hardwire, which is wrapped and ear invisible. NOTHING. I can hear against the backdrop of it. Here is the palest sound of humidity dappling pond. Light which sounds like birch trees mostly not moving. Bats, which are one decibel above a void. If I won the lottery, I would buy Silence. Through which I would swim and swim, the sound of hummingbirds huge in their swooping by. I am right now (doing): 1. Perching atop my jeep to catch a cell signal In the middle of nowhere overlooking a desolate lake, calling In to a board of trustees meeting, to shepherd the end games, honing In on my next boss, my next Dominant. 2. Processing still the fallout inside me of mating as a Catch and Release program. In his defense, how did I think I could live where he does? In the din of fuss? I tune all that out as far as I can, just as he abhores a void and fills it with anyone new (i.e. loud). If we were mythical ceatures, we would belong to entirely different categories of beings. And many more of his kind inhabit this planet. Why should he have lived in my Quiet dimension? It was like some star trek type shit, a Klingon bummed out by his clan weddings every weekend falls for a Cube of Light woman temporarily. 3. NOTHING. I am doing vitally important things related to the very nature of my material existence right now. But to look at it, I am a woman sitting on a jeep, still and alone and watching dragonflies in the distance, and that is all.