Environs

Classic.

No problem. What's your name? I remember your blog, it was consistently one of my favourites back in the day. I have pleasant memories of it. I'm used to people not reacting positively, it's common on the internet, I'm glad you bothered to message, that's very kind of you. All the best. - Sakib

I’ve been here before. I know the drill. 

And when Siddhartha listened attentively to this river, to this thousand-voiced song, when he listened neither for the sorrow nor for the laughter, when he did not attach his soul to any one voice and enter into it with his ego but rather heard all of them, heard the whole, the oneness—then the great song of the thousand voices consisted only of a single word: Om, perfection.

Something to set the mood...