A Silent War (Insanity, Insanity, Ins....)

There was once a time I spent the entire day in silence.
The war... the silent war was loud enough.

It was a Sunday, 2025. I spent my morning routinely going to church, being blessed with a powerful message by such a well-spoken man of God. What a beautiful experience, an experience that never fails to renew my mind. But I must tell you, it's in the atmosphere of worship where something happens: a purification of the heart. It is truly an unbelievable experience. Immediately afterwards, we went off to have a quick breakfast, and you want to know something that I love? The sound of birds, man, and how they merge into the silent atmosphere that only sunny mornings offer you.

I stepped outside, and was blessed with the most beautiful view I've ever seen. The sky was perfect. There's just something about Sunday mornings. The roads were quiet, giving way to nature to perform its duty of reminding man how much of an artist God is. God is great.

What particularly stood out was the way the sun sat on this one tree...
the sun sat on this one tree?

"In a moment so peaceful, how can you remind me of something so tragic?"

I spent the rest of the day in silence.

It was a Sunday, 2005, and for the first time in my life I spent my morning being confronted by the death of someone close to me. I tried to understand what was going on, but my mind told me that I was too young. It is a concept that can only be felt, not processed.

My heart knew something was off. It felt heavier than its normal days. I desperately tried to question it, but it gave me no direct answer, rather, it instructed me to follow my ears.

My ears... what my ears told me is something I prayed not to experience ever again. Beyond the groans of men dismissing my young mind to the idea that men don't cry, I heard the pain of a mother's voice. My mother's voice.

I heard emotion so great that it thickened the air. Amongst a tirade of questions, I heard her question God.

I stepped outside and gave my eyes the platform to communicate their own experience, and they blessed me with the most beautiful view I've ever seen. The sky was perfect. There's just something about Sunday mornings. The roads were quiet, giving way to nature to perform its duty of reminding man how much of an artist God is. God is great, man.

What particularly stood out was the way the sun sat on this one tree...
the sun sat on this one tree?

"In a moment so tragic, how can you show me something so peaceful?"

I spent the rest of the day in silence.

"Ah, snap out of it, Benjamin. You have work (school) tomorrow."

Alright.

Hey... have I ever told you the definition of insanity?

"Not this again..."