There has always been something in silence that seduced me. The quiet things somehow seem more moving, more potent. So much stays in the realm of the unsaid, and after everything else, still so much would remain when we could say all that we can.
Just a Thought
Every attempt of man - his sins and virtues,
is to try and simulate a fleeting sensation of
the heaven he lost, the heaven he barely
knows is there, the imperceptible infinity
that escapes yet engulfs us all.
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