cbernard

Fragment:
Cassie asks me, "Am I silent?"
I tell her, "There is no silence."
The dynamic of the conversation was like, she brought up Kierkegaard's Bird of the Air, Lily of the Field, and I responded with John Cage's 4:33.

EDIT: Oh yeah, and while I am saying 'there is no silence', suddenly my mind is flooded with sounds of wind, birds, and even the sound of ants walking!