In the silence, vastness spreads out before me.
When all is quiet and still, I can sense it.
Beyond the reach of the edges of my fingertips,
That is where it sits.
Beckoning to me in a tongue only understood
Deep within the recesses of the soul
This great expanse
That unfurls in the silence, feels empty.
And yet it is more.
Much much more.
It is great and far and limitless.
It is colossal and open and free.
And it calls to me.
Calls to the essence of my being.
In the silence.
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