In [nature's] paradigm, there is no failure. Everything we attempt, everything we do, is either growing up as its roots go deeper, or it's decomposing, leaving its lessons in the soil for the next attempt.
There was a silence. Or rather some moments passed filled with nothing… and a great deal of time went by and she did not speak to a living soul and a great wind of madness howled through her and overturned all her languages.
i really like this question. it makes me think. still don't have an answer. will update.