whisper work

WHISPERING

That constant whispering, that constant murmur. A dance of words, a dance of contrasting emotions that continue to whisper incessantly. Some speak of masculine, some speak of feminine, one moment rationality, one moment irrationality. A mix of colors and gender stereotypes that dance in a constant vortex and whisper stories in search of a fixed point within us, that gives reason to one or the other. Masculine or feminine, rational or irrational, clockwise or counterclockwise? And what if the answer is in the dance, in the vortex, which like all vortices has only one fixed point equal to zero? And then it is worth letting go, waiting for the end of the buzz and when everything is silent listen to the voice of the heart that knows everything without the need for whispers.