It’s an easy slip, one thought, one irrational act, one memory or one word from the wrong file of fact, and the castle of peace, of silence, of manna, threatens to collapse. An apparition you see, of debris near your feet, the bricks and mortar of the castle you built, for a silenced mind, and an lightened soul. And with one irrational act, one memory, the castle of manna, threatens to collapse.
That, which has a beginning has an end. That, which is limitless and infinite is without a beginning and without an end.