There lies a depth within us seemingly inaccessible.

A place of such profound presence and experience that one can only imagine it as a concept from our current perspective. 

We may view glimpses of it when faced with personal challenges which unhinge us from the algorithmic river of experience. Or perhaps hear whispers of something deeper as we day dream on the commute to a destination.

Inconveniently our world of convenience seems to pull us further away from silence, stillness and the natural world. Dulling down experiences which used to captivate us, and instead replacing them with ever increasing velocity, brighter lights, projected desires and a billion different opinions.

I ask my self, what if I spent a year walking? 

What if I stayed silent for 40 days and nights?

What if I disconnected from a supposedly social, media?

How profoundly could these experiences paint our consciousness?

If we expose ourselves to a constant stream of unfiltered noise and we understand the importance of balance, surly we owe it to ourselves to be exposed to silence?

Written from a small table in Stuttgart