intellectual properties

the sound of

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“Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen”

or

“Where (or of what) one cannot speak, one must pass over in silence.”

– Tractatus_Logico-Philosophicus, Ludwig Wittgenstein

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in the places where i am silent, i am soft and brittle.

that which is revealed and unobscured is real, but it is not the essence.

the weight of the unseen, the mysteries of the darkness, the places where we only sometimes go and find the truth -

the silence after a gunshot, the lack of breath, the stillness of a night alone -

often, the strongest thing you can say or do is nothing.

learning which fights to fight, which words to speak, which thoughts to corral and which to let go into the ether:

a silent struggle inside, the end of which is only the beginning.

(see also: How to Deal with an Existential Crisis)

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