A knife’s wound

The story of ignorance goes, just the song that tells no woes.

It is no grief, what they felt. It is loss beyond recognition, sadness of whole new meaning, misery at one’s victory. 

The body is lifeless, a teacher has died. As quoted from one of his favorite tune,

“in the naked light I saw.

Ten thousand people, maybe more. 

People talking without speaking. 

People hearing without listening. 

People writing songs that voices never share. 

No one dare. 

Disturb the sound of silence.”

And so it was nothing. The meaningless death from a meaningless life. His pursuit will never end. His relentless care of the world’s creation and the mystery behind it. 

And so like Frankenstein he fell. Because “One man’s life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought”


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