Understanding the impossibilty to say anything that sounds true, isn't that funny, and yet there's always the pull, to something beyond my petty understanding, that feels so true. But I guess it feeling true is yet just another feeling....so what the heck. I'll never know. Does this matter? What is the problem?.....and silence,....because yes, what Is the problem?

Dat is fijn! I can just start writing, praying..this is fabulous, thank you