Words are carried off by the wind.

But isn't the wind a part of you?

Isn't everything one single whole?

Don't your footprints shape the earth you tread?

And the wind comes back to you, for it is mischievous.

And the words tell you the effect they had along their journey.

Then you come to know your great power, so neglected.

You find that the best choice is always silence.

And silence, could anything carry it off?