The softest sounds make the greatest noise when imbued with meaning. What cannon could compete with the silent expression of a lover’s eyes? We go around this life imagining, not seeing purely. A robot might see as we think we see, but we imagine, we change the substance of what we see by what we know. Love, hate, fear—how loud is silence when silence reverberates with one of these immortal tones? How meaningless and dull is noise when it has no purpose or import?
Rant: The Sound of Silence
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