At night, if you listen very hard, you can hear a sound which you can never hear during the day, because traffic, etc, drowns it out.
It's like a constant sub-bass vibration or oscillation, like that given out by an electricity sub-station, or like the sound of cosmic radiation, like some infernal machine or engine always left running.
I described it in a poem as "the giant engine of the night".
If you listen to it long enough though, you'll notice that it has definite fluctuations and variations in texture.
You have to have absolute silence to hear it.
And you know what I was thinking this morning, while listening to it? I was thinking about earth (the planet) and all the nonsense that goes on there, and how stupid it all is.
And I wished that for once, I could say something with all my heart and mean it.
And I wished that I could say pure words in a pure language, that would set it all in a new context, transform all the base materials to gold. It would be like the kind of prize that only has value when you give it away, this new language, and this new context.
It would be glorious, like a full summer. It essence and its quality would be: Permanence. It would be the transcendence of the final boundary. It would burn like the flame that Prometheus gave to mankind. It would shine like the gold that paves the streets of the New Jerusalem. It would be the long-awaited alchemical transformation of material dross to spiritual gold, the philosopher's stone and holy grail combined.
And I was writing all this down when my pen ran out.
