Say Nothing - Personal Story I stood in the empty office early on a Friday morning, without a shadow of a human being. Listening closely, I could hear almost nothing other than the beating of my own heart and the hum of a running machine. I began to appreciate the stillness of the place and appreciate the tranquil view of the hidden office. I realized I had gone to the wrong office by mistake. Standing behind the creaking glass door, I stood motionless in front of the door like a lamp post, taking in the scent of a foggy early morning. My eyes traveled down the narrow path to the wide open door of another office ahead where I intended to go. I lingered in front of the white, newly painted wall on the right. The white reticulated square ceiling was tiled with thousands of small holes, just like the house of a thousand ants. I saw bright white lights that had just been installed. Beneath me, the carpet was bandaged and dotted with microscopic mixed colors of blue, purple, pink, green and white. The carpet was not dirty or stained with liquid stains. I watched a...