NOTHING TO VOICE

"...hearing the dark land talking...hearing the dark voicelessness in which the words are the deeds, and the other words that are not deeds,
that are just the gaps in people's lacks...fumbling at the deeds like orphans to whom are pointed out in a crowd two faces and told,
That is your father, your mother."

Excerpt from the book As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner