Since any tone will suffice, I'll adopt a gentle and still white night. For example a garden one luxuriates in to heal the mutilated human psyche. Any creep know it's a violent world full of abstract ethical problems that have no solutions, beings who exist only to harm themselves and others hearts / oak trees that extend to far away places but never into another beating heart. So why does one exist? The answer is clear: one does not or rarely exists. And of course the further one exposes himself the more perfect is his complete disappearance.