Rabbiting on and on… that’s what human beings do. It never seems to end. If you’re not rabbiting with others, you’re rabbiting in your own head. An internal monologue – as if, as if your body has been invaded by some kind of tinitus alien – rattling on and on – nagging at you, speculating, remembering, fantasising, working out. And people pass with mobile phones – rabbiting away, texting, interacting – or they sit as I am doing at computer screens tapping out messages, comments, emails, blogposts. It’s never ending babble – a gabbling, jabbering word pie world. Give me some peace and quiet and stillness. Floating on a wave of unctuous sea water or motionless beneath it. Hanging like a paper lantern in a still night sky. Listening to the sound of blood pulsing through my veins. In such a void, time would be irrelevant. No voices nattering, squawking, tormenting. Just perfect peace stretching out for miles, quiet and empty… pure nothingness. Like a soul medicine.