The sound of a bell tolling, the sound of a wooden fish tapping, the sound of chanting.
The sound of hymns, the sound of praises, the sound of prayers.
The prayers, confusions, and trusts of people from worlds beyond all rushed into Aiwass's heart.
Even if the language was unfamiliar, Aiwass could understand what they were doing.
These were sorrowful cries when a human life encounters unbearable pain, when one's path has reached its end.
If all before one's eyes is illusion, if all one has is meaningless, if all gained is eventually lost, if all held will ultimately leave... then does this world hold any meaning at all?
