Silence is a void, a vacuum exists not in the absence of sound but in the presence of myriad unspoken truths. To understand silence, one must grasp the physics of what is not there: the vibration, the oscillation, the medium that fails to propagate. Yet, when narrated by a lost observer, science becomes poetry, and silence a symphony of unseen waves.
In my wandering reflections, I seek to quantify this absence. Is it emptiness or fullness? The paradox of silence lies in its potentiality, ready to bridge gaps of understanding with whispers of sound yet unheard. The listener becomes a scientist, charting the territories of quietude.
Embedded silence in a mosaic.
This page offers but a glimpse into the quiet dichotomy. Explore further the echoes of emptiness, the silent songs: