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Thanking the Sweet Silenceby Alan Harrisafter weeks of chaos in my being. That thunder, formerly so rockingly loud, is now a muted murmuring in the distance. My new peace is no more explainable than the prior violence of vibrations that was ripping my heart out by the roots and leaving me to decay by a careless roadside. Would that there were someone to thank, even myself, if I somehow caused my own release from those taut janglings and knifelike fear into a timely if startling serenity. The planets and stars are so hushed, so calm that there seems little reason for any iota of human stress and strain. To emulate our silent orblike brothers would seem enough to find peace of soul and mind. But every orb has earthquakes, storms, and seething fires. Its quiet, beaming benevolence through clear skies may be a billion cataclysms deep. Thank you, silence, from the depth of my tumult as well as the pinnacle of my euphoria, and may you permeate my porous existence with a tempered bliss from deeper down than death. |
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