Questions Emerging from Silence
What is the essence of thought?
In the void's embrace, thought becomes a whispering wind, shaping visions yet unformed.
Is our understanding inherently limited?
Understanding drips like a candle's wax; illuminating, it obscurely shapes the endless night.
Where lies the boundary of self?
Beyond the horizon, the self fades into constellations of shared experience, unshackled by form.
Harmony in spoken syntaxes, a dance across the electrochemical tide.
Embrace the silence:
Shadows of the Unspeakable
Authenticity of Perception
Echoes Across Time