It's...the absence of words.

Oh, sure! Their manager speaks a bit, but the mouth-noise artists express themselves so perfectly with their sounds...

And the police roll-up and subsequent wipe-down had me in stitches!

So I also wondered about this, in terms of creation.

How do I share my journey beyond words?

As I explore the emptiness of my self, my shrinking chittris often ask how to create a map of my musings.

The release of words is so beyond words, yet...the prison of words can be described with words, and even so, the process of tearing down the walls.

Would anyone care to see?

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