Listen... What do you hear?
Do you hear birds or grass? No.
Do you hear wrestling or horsing? No.
You hear...silence.
Quiet is silence, but silence is not quiet.
It booms to you what you did wrong.
It sings to you your happiness .
When you come back to earth, nothing has changed...but you.
You're happier,
More honest,
Silence has spoken to you.

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