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People avoid silence for what they might feel, for what they might discover. Yet peace comes through silence the way rage comes through fire—it does not choose; it is chosen, and in being chosen, it does the choosing.

Wind or fire, sometimes both—but never without silence. For without silence comes vanity, and with vanity comes pain: individuality unmoored, no longer God, no longer silence. It becomes something else entirely—the toll of vanity, the cost of its own nemesis.