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Reading this feels like sitting by a fire, where silence isn’t emptiness but a pulse. You caught the moment beautifully: when everything seems lifeless, yet if you listen closely, you hear the breath of creation.

I resonate with the thought that the light never went out. Even if our ears grow dull, the world keeps sounding. Stones, air, vibrations — all carry the memory of that first “Let there be light.”

Thank you for this piece. It reminds me: sometimes the most vital thing is not in the loud answer, but in keeping an ear tuned to the quiet whisper.

–– And the question that lingers: if silence truly carries this echo, are we ready to trust it as much as we usually trust the thunder?

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Maurice Antoine Redwine's avatar

That last stanza…that last sentence is stroke of poetic mastery.

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