We keep hearing how there's too much noise in the world. So much so world leaders are building devices and shooting them off into space just so people can hear his voice. But what happens when chance and opportunity put you inside a forest. Not just any collection of trees but rather on this particular day everything within the limbs and leaves was completely silent. You were sent to sit in the forest not to listen to your heart or study the incredible art of a far out creator. Your mission that day was to do nothing more than understand what it means to be in the presence of the present. Not to use today. But to store away. To study. To return to during moments of furthered lessons. Staring at a blank wall is no different. But do you respect the silence or quickly try to fill it with whatever's passing by?