A Cacophony of Unsung Songs

Philosophy stands as an unwavering lighthouse upon the shoreless sea of being, yet the songs of its unsung hymns wash over us in whispers. The invisible roads we traverse in thought, shrouded in the mist of cognition, offer no maps but instead a cacophony—a harmony dissonant, where melodies exist beyond hearing, yet still resonate within the recesses of the mind.

The unsung songs reverberate along these roads, echoing through corridors of time and space. Each unsung note, a foundation of worlds unseen; each word unspoken, a bridge spanning the infinite. Philosophers, in their invisible journeys, compose symphonies of paradox, leaving behind traces of cosmic dust.

To understand, we must accept the unseen path as the greater truth. Invisible to the eye, yet inscribed in the fabric of our dreams, these roads whisper the legacies of unsung songs—epics unwritten, yet eternally sung by the silent chorus of existence.

What is the invisible road beneath your feet, when you rest your eyes upon the horizon?