In The Arms Of Silence

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When grief grows and acts in her chest, when the surroundings becomes suffocating, a redemptive capacity emerges from within; the ability to focus on the silence, on the quietness next to the noise, on the non-sound that hovering alongside the sound.

And when the lack of noise inside her, lasts, the world is dressed in peace. She knows that everything is as it should be, that life knows, that the meaning is in the "I am", without something following it. That ''I am'' overcomes the ''I do'', ''I possess'', ''I have the opinion that...'', ''I desire'', ''I fear''.

What she "sees" then, does not fit into words. When silence speaks, no common dictionary recognizes its "speaking". Only that of the heart that only a few people have in their "library".