Can you hear me now? Good.

When I speak of silence, I
speak of life. You have let
go of legacy. Your silence
exists in pixelated part-
time solace.

Listen.

Stop.

Listen again.

Leave your virtual lives
for the moment, let go
of the pulsing vibrations
that connect you to the
noise. Learn to recognize
the noise as it is.

In the web of trees where
the Platte River and
Missouri River valleys
collide, I found it. A
deafening silence that
spread out for miles.
It starts out almost too
quiet to notice, but once
you do, the cacophony
of stillness rocks you.
Feel the discomfort; you've
never been there before.

Absorb it.

This silence is dying. It
doesn't exist anymore in
the places where people
live. It's stifled by the
hum, by the visual and
spiritual and physical
noise of the everyday.

You'll miss it once it's gone.