I am writing this, listening to some music,
Which You cannot hear, which you cannot understand.
Music which will go on playing even if you don’t hear it,
Juices of life are in it, The true harmony it is spreading.
It is making clear the line between life and death, making death more real than life.
It is going on parallel with you, the truth is going parallel with you.
And you will realise it when you are no longer there, only the parallel will remain and that parallel is the ultimate truth.
In which all fake would be no more there.