His mind

"A renewed desire consumes me. I need to initiate an open, enlightening dialogue with my soul. We live in a vacuum where even our own sounds and senses appear unintelligible by virtue of their ethereal nature. For a time, I suspected restraint elicited an honorable filter to the benefit of humanity. Discipline or retreat?" he races to find excerpts he once scrawled on paper. Aloud now, "I am Brahman the pure all pervading consciousness." he repeats the text over and again. They aren't his words, still they chime, dissipate and stir echoes in his heart. Origin ought not stifle wisdom, and it will without intent.