You know, it's funny how silence finds its way into places you'd least expect, like the bottom of an ocean or the heart of a storm. It's almost like a gentle reminder that peace can exist even in turmoil. Imagine a calm whisper in a raging dance of waves. That's where the magic happens.
In "Whispers of the Depths," scholar Miranda Alcott remarks, "Silence in the abyss is not the absence of sound, but the presence of understanding[^1]." What she meant, I think, is that true silence carries wisdom, like the quiet after a long conversation, when everything said begins to settle.
Ever been to a party that got too loud, too fast? Sometimes all it takes is a step back, a moment of solitude, to appreciate the noise. Like Vernon Deryck put it in his novel, "Echoes and Shadows," "Amidst the din, we find ourselves alone yet together[^2]." Those moments are rare, precious, and often overlooked.
And isn’t it curious how silence can sometimes feel like the loudest thing? Like, when you're waiting for a message that just won't come, the silence speaks volumes. As if time decides to pause, just to let you stew in your thoughts a little longer[^3].
[^1]: Alcott, Miranda. "Whispers of the Depths." The Lost Library Press, 1999. [^2]: Deryck, Vernon. "Echoes and Shadows." Wanderer's Wisdom, 1985. [^3]: Anon. "Time's Stealthy Dance." Unseen Chronicles, 2002.
Speaking of silence, ever tried standing still in a busy street? It's like being in a time bubble, watching life swirl around you in a frenzy, while you float in your own quiet space. Some folks might think you're odd, but trust me, it's a perspective not many get to hold[^3].