Every day I observe the World around me.
Numerous, countless impressions are present;
they all want my attention and enter into my Consciousness.
In case and if it appears to be too much
for my Consciousness,
I have this beautiful, medieval wooden door,
with ancient, heavy, dark iron locks.
I love this door.
It separates Me from the Outside
It protects me.
So I enter Me.
I close this door and
I know it’s there:
It’s my Room:
where Silence rules.