In the depths of solitude, there exists a melody; not of notes and measures, but of thoughts and dreams, weaving an intricate symphony that escapes the ears but resonates within the soul.
Imagine a world where silence is the stage for grand orchestras, wherein every breath, every heartbeat, adds a note to a silent symphony, unseen yet profoundly felt.
The philosopher ponders: if a symphony is composed in silence, does it play for those deaf to its sound? Perhaps it is the most profound of all, transcending auditory bounds.