Islands of Solitude

Any theory, rule, or thought, relies on the  assumption it derived from. Hence they all have their limitation, none of them cover the vast sea of unknown. 

The little clockwork world of its own, standing in the boundless ocean of uncertainty, shine brightly among the other beacons.  The islands are merely pit stops for travelers, the little guiding light for the seekers to navigate and map the unknown. By leaving the island, one will be moved to another island, yet the island operates in completely different rules from the previous. They are never truly connected, forever in the state of solitude. 

In the island, sentient beings like ourselves, carried with us the package of the past: emotions, memory and faith, starts to have a conversation with something else. Something different, regular but also emerge in a sparking fashion.  Centered around an idea, it stands in silent, not responding to the seeker's question. However, the traveler must have learnt something here. There are always voices in silence.