Why is it that when a body most needs rest is when it's most forced to keep in motion? And when a mind most needs quiet is when the most noise is heard. Is a force at work to create this filling of the vacuum, when the vacuum is all that's desired? Is it maybe a law of physics, only not physics but a science less physical, without theorems or proofs?
I think that might be what art is, patterns and designs that can be discerned but not explained. Or if not art, art appreciation. Look at the pretty colors. Please make them stop.
Some days float on a rubber raft on a glassy lake. Today plummeted down a rocky waterfall. Its skin is flayed. Its lungs are filled with water. At some point it stops trying to swim back up and lets itself bounce off the rocks. Down and down, hoping the bottom is soft, dark and cool.
And quiet. Mostly hoping for a bit of stillness. Nothing can be told unless there's silence first to hear.