We hold ourselves to be self evident,
that all social contracts are created
within themselves.
And upon creation, a never ending
noise is, unfortunately, made as well.
A noise that never rests, and will
never cease, and will bring destruction
upon us all.
Along with this noise, however, a holy truth
is also born; a truth that is as simple,
and as powerful, than all beings that have
ever lived and will ever live.
The truth is, is that there is only
Peace, within the Silence.
The foghorn blares,
And the mist rises from the bay.
The Dirtyest,
The Hairyest,
The Uglyest,
Rise to another day of work,
With a whistle and a skip in their step,
Or a grumble and a trip.
Dew drops fall upon them all,
And all of their fears and despairs
Will vanish;
Leaving only hope.
The Hips,
The Yups,
And all the rest,
Answer the question the same.
With a laugh.
With a chuckle.
With a smile.
Life continues on.