Shh!

I probably remind you of your incompleteness and aching need - and that makes you afraid and insecure. Anger stems from fear. You fear the power I might have more than you ever would. And people always fear what they don't understand.

Remember that the river flows into the ocean, and the mountain overlooks the hill. You are tough (perhaps), but you could be no match for me.

I think of you, your silly nonsense, I think of myself, agitated by childish chatter, and I chuckled softly.

Maybe that's the way it's supposed to me.

Silence, on my part, is indeed, golden.