I like this place. This tranquilizing sector where there is peace to be found. Peace, and not only mere silence Taking me away from the units amidst violence with the high ceilings; Instilling, in the hearts of post-adolescents the spirit of children relived by the way of fresh independence. Indigenous to, yet robbed of inquisition Reduced we hide feelings... Those familiar instincts taken for granted until confining retrospection. Forsaking enlightenment within the quiet of a holographic existence while a vertical stillness between that ceiling and yourself holds you down, weighing in a spacious resistance. I like this place. For it's peace and quiet. Peace, and not only mere silence. It is the difference. Between a smirk and smiling. Quantity and quality; Inadvertent or obviously. Like the importance of a definite answer as oppose to a probably. Neither intergalactic or microscopically, peace shall prevail. Even while perceiving what that entails, as I gaze into sunsets that seer through my iris golden as hieroglyphics streaked across Egyptian papyrus is... But even more so. As serenity blinds all diversion with abundance, Nature's surrounding resonance appears redundant. Exposing an aesthethic harmony. - Da1 Osborne