It's true,
There are no words, words and words anymore..
There are no ups, no downs and no middle ground..
There's just silence and it's not around, it's within ..
So much so that had Tolstoy not felt it, I would never have ended up quoting any of it..
'My life came to a standstill.
I could breathe, eat, drink and sleep, and I could not help doing these things;
but there was no life, for there were no wishes the fulfilment of which I could consider reasonable.
If I desired anything, I knew in advance that whether I satisfied my desire or not, nothing would come of it.
Had a fairy come and offered to fulfil my desires I should not have known what to ask.
If in moments of intoxication I felt something which, though not a wish, was a habit left by former wishes, in sober moments I knew this to be a delusion and that there was really nothing to wish for.
I could not even wish to know the truth, for I guess of what it consisted. The truth was that life is meaningless.'
- Leo Tolstoy
