The Sound of Silence(13)

He used to force himself to listen to one of enchanting songs for times so as to heighten his so-called ‘resistance’. But he suffered, so deeply that he can not bear, just as innumerable ants traversing every part of his body. It was not music that made him suffer; it was, ironically, his boredom, his own mind, his own Heart.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
He became the foe of himself.
Fool said I you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows
Suddenly the shepherd felt he was actually nothing at all. Years of being the shepherd turned in vain. Falling into the deepest hole of isolation, he was like being parted from music and this land, which afterwards faded into the colorless.
No matter when he suffered: while listening, suffered from fleeing his True Heart; while not listening, suffered from craving it. Had he become the poorest one among the crowd, who he looked before with a feeling of superiority?