Silence is just like the color black. It's meaningful. Strong. Deep. It does absolutely nothing yet explains everything. You can write pages about it. It's elegant and noble without trying. All this, and it doesn't even make a sound.
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When any current moment is over, it immediately begins to lose all shape and color. Like a fish pulled out of water and left to die on land, its colors pale and it flops helplessly around until its life energy ebbs beyond a certain point and it dies. However, there are some moments that refuse to die. As they weaken, they stumble and lurch through the now, wreaking havoc. Colliding with lives and events, they leave their mark, aroma, their scales, on everything they touch.