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When time flies at such a speed,
you need to gather a little silence —
its peculiar quality is that it will not allow time
to increase its speed.
Where does silence dwell?
Here. Silence lives in the word “here”.
Silence is always with you,
no matter how you treat it.
It is silence that looks into your eyes more quietly
than your own death,
if you have such a thing at all.
It is silence that listens to you more quietly
than your soul,
if you have such a thing at all.
Silence... There is nothing more caring,
except perhaps your heart, which loves you more quietly.
The indistinct hum of your heart
is its voice — the voice of silence.
It is not there, however, to prolong your life.
But it is there for you.
Simply for you. Here.
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