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The silence that pervades all space.... The deep unrelenting silence...

Not only the one in the mourning funeral of a close one's death... Not only the eternal silence of the deaf and dumb... Not only the pregnant silence of unspoken words of an emotional moment... Not just the one that follows the dawning of a bitter understanding of a truth...

But also,

The one that underlies a crowded street... The one that gives a background for the colourful painting of a gaitey crowd in a park or a beach... The one that is an undercurrent in the non cessant sounds of life everywhere... The language of Gaya and the Universe...

This is an unusal kind... It's presence is not felt untill you pay attention and not listen to anything in particular... Untill you just let yourself flow with it... Just be there; present yet not present, visible yet not visible, seeing yet blind, hearing yet deaf, touching yet senseless.... Just be there but not...

In the complete sounds of the mess hall... In all the vessels' clinking, the students' happy laughter, meaningful smiles on their nasty little jokes, their arguments, their hunger and the (dis)satisfaction of food and in the sounds of death of the insects electrocuted adding an ironical buzzzz to the sounds of life that fills the place...

It is a silence that knows no bounds... The omnipresent... The music of life and death... And the imprints of souls and marks of emotions, thoughts and echoes of life left behind and that yet to come... There is the complete realisation of something not understandable... One may give it names or just accept the ignorance, size of him/her and the limits of his/her understanding while floating with the magnificient, all pervading, deep, music of this silence.............!!!