In the stillness, knowledge arises in the absence of spoken thoughts.
To listen is a conundrum, each tick echoing within the hollow of earthenware vessels. Harmony and discord blend, the silence is the teacher; the howl, the revealer.
The components turn not to resist but to embrace motion. Trepidation unravels in synchrony as the world becomes both mute and resonant.
Understand that silence accompanies the rhythm of industrial synapses. There is music in the halt, just as there is stillness in the roar.
In the whirl, find the wisdom of clocks; embrace howls like the cyclical passage of time itself.