If World War IV is to be fought with sticks and stones, here's my hope for a post post-modern world

It's nice here, really. More clear-headed, like a walk in a park.
Less what, less why, less how.
A walk in a park.
It is what it is and that's all it is.
The noise from that tree is the wind in its branches, the rustling of its leaves.
That's it?
That's all.
No more?
Not at all.
That's nice.
Tis.
Makes me want to sing.