So the man made his way through the winding path onto the block of stone that lay in front of him. His silhouette vanished when the sun shone right on his face. He placed his rugged backpack to the side and stared at this manifestation of a human being spilling his regrets and feelings.

"It's just... I have this..."

"I don't know"

"What do I do"

"Sigh"

For him, speaking to nothing was a new thing, it overtook him, yet made him insane.

The smile and the silence spoke more than words could. I'm wasting my words describing a phenomena that can't be described. The sense of knowing, the mutual understanding, the brain patterns in sync. It could almost be described as perfect... But I shall refrain from saying that word.