Listen to the bells.
They capture the bustle and activity of life in all that melodic racket. Pay attention to how they stop ringing. A few last hard strokes of the final bell bellows above the dampers of the many, which now resonates softly after the clapper’s final strike.
Then silence.
Only once the bells stop ringing does the mass begin. Only after death do we see beyond the veil. The noise stops with the beating of the heart, but the silence is an eternal stillness that remains forever. When the disturbance dissipates, banished only to a moment, the silence remains.
The Lamp Stand 