In the absurd theatre of existence, silence plays the leading role in a satire of cosmic proportions. Look closely, and you'll find it's an elaborate joke chronicling the universe’s best-kept secret: the whispers of cosmic doodles in the margins of time.
Ever wondered if the stars scribble notes while the universe naps? Check the horizon edge, they say. A quasar’s latte order in binary, perhaps?
The sound of silence is less a sound and more an unwritten contract between those who can hear and those who choose not to. It’s a paradoxical siren song, inviting you to listen to nothing and understand everything.
The anointed philosophers believe silence is golden; in reality, it's the empty wallet of metaphors. Examine the statement like a patient drawing a smiley face in an accountant's ledger book.
So, when a silent person speaks, what do they say? Perhaps they auction off silence on the weekends, alongside a gentle rain's serene reflection. Applaud them as they converse about the daily saltiness of undisturbed waters.