A wine bottle fell from a wagon and broke open in a field.
That night one hundred beetles and all their cousins gathered.
And did some serious binge drinking.
They even found some seed husks nearby and began to play them like drums and whirl.
This made God very happy.
Then the “night candle” rose into the sky and one drunk creature, laying down his instrument, said to his friend – for no apparent reason,
“What should we do about that moon?
Seems to Hafiz most everyone has laid aside the music tackling such profoundly useless questions.
– The Gift, Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master
Interrupting the Silence 
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