The Great Silence
Press close. To my ear. Don’t tell me the ocean. Electricity surging and popping. An airplane circling a vast storm.
Listen. This is what astronomers call The Great Silence. A complete lack of signal. A puzzle, considering.
Then blades of snow crash terribly against the windshield, then every face looks alike, and alike, and alike, and I don’t hear radio signals from a habitable planet. I don’t see the face of God. The Great Silence: galaxies of soundless sound, noiseless noise.
Dear Doctor (of Emotional Alchemy, Selenian Physics, Radio Astronomy): I am almost afraid to ask.
In a silent room, in a voiceless voice, transmitting, transmitting…