Suicidal Tendencies - Alone

The pressure of this wide, parting silence supplanted from me the usual every second of jaming, prescribed for life. This happened to me only in those rare moments when life passes from one part to another, at the turn of fate, when there is a deafening explosion of inner silence, visually illuminated by that silver-purple light, which is somehow indescribably connected with adrenaline. I can now describe this my first condition so calmly, because over time I became entrenched in it, as in this leather chair, I knew, so to speak, where his armrests were ... By the way, all the Zen meditations, all the savasans, Raja Yoga and monastic retreat hunger for precisely this silence - let’s leave the music - precisely this lack of internal noise.