The Great Silence

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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