Silence happens you cannot avoid it. It never fails to stop you in your tracks and force you to quack with the ever present loss of breath, even the sense of inevitable death. It brings you to the revelation of certain damnation while definitely arousing your childish imagination. It is ruthless, swift, and cunning like the very hand of the devil, the reaper, and evil itself. Silence brings out the best and worst of you, your neighbor, even myself. It has no place, no face, and no definite form. It has no end, nor death, but was once born. Devised and created upon its basic composition; a loss of words, a loss of recognition. It may be far, it may be near, but within the blink of an eye it will be ringing in your ear. It has haunted our earliest ancestors and is sure to unnerve our greatest grandchildren. It will consciously tempt your heart's uncontrollable beating to begin and lead you into a boundless abyss of sin. It may cause you to stutter, or entice you to rhyme, but one thing is for sure, its unstoppable reign will continue until the end of time.