Every being has one - a voice.Standing at the edge of a cliff surrounded by forever, we first scream (of all things)"hello".Hello.And at this transition point of the soul where we wonder if anyone is out there really listening and we absorb the reflection of our own glorious revolt in our desperate desire to be recognized, one wonders. . .Do we really want to be heard, or do we just need the sound of our own voice to reassure our existence.And when standing at the gate, will we even be ready to receive this echo of our own hollow questioning - hello.