It’s hidden, somewhere within. Its speech is intermittent whispers.
At the most unexpected times, there is that imposing interruption.
You don’t really want to hear it again, do you?
Intimidating? Not now. Later, maybe. Catch me later.
What is it that you would most like to hear? What news would make you so delighted you would cry tears of joy?
Who have you become? This ‘transcendence’ – no longer applicable?
If so . . . what is the highest compliment you could receive?