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September 22, 2007
Words and silence.

Sometimes there is silence even when there are words. The words look like communication, but they are just a disguise for the silence, a meaningless pattern of sound.

Sometimes there are no words, and yet it is not truly silence. Two friends, side by side, not a word spoken yet everything which matters is said. Or two who despise each other, needing no voice to express their mutual antagonism.

And every now and then, by a miracle, the silence which comes when words are not enough, when beauty or joy or love steal words and breath away.